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Stacey's Breastgasms: Part 1. A high school reunion brings back fond mammories. Based on a post by Many Feathers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It had been a very long time since I'd seen many of my old high school friends and buddies. The last time had been at the ten year reunion, this would be the thirty year reunion, and I knew that most of us would have changed between now and then; dramatically. Although I was still in reasonably good shape, even without working out specifically, I had still put on a few pounds, but with the exception of a few perhaps, I figured everyone would be in the same boat as I was. I still had a full head of dark hair, though I had noticed just a sprinkle of gray had begun at the temples. The one thing about myself I had always considered my best feature however, were my eyes, bright blue with just a hint of gray in them. There was a caption in the yearbook next to my photo, it read: "Bedroom eyes". Though my wife Marsha hadn't attended the same school I had, nor would know any of my old friends, she was looking forward to going almost as much as I was. And I for one was looking forward to showing her off. Marsha had a great body, though a few years younger than me, and certainly my graduating class, giving her a bit of an edge perhaps in the looks department. Fairly large breasted, a tight waist and firm well rounded ass, I had no doubt she would be the envy of many women there. And though she knew I was secretly entertaining those very thoughts, she was looking forward to going for no other reason than to perhaps meet a few of my old high school girlfriends that I had shared erotic naughty stories about with her over the past few weeks. And one in particular came to mind, wondering if she would in fact, be there, though she hadn't come to the ten year reunion, so it had been at least thirty years since I had even seen Stacy. I had shared the story of our dating experiences with my wife, which had excited Marsha tremendously. Mainly because of the somewhat unusual circumstances, and very erotic nature of my old girlfriend, which was far different than anyone, I had ever known, including now. The thing about Stacy that was so unusual, was the fact she could climax simply by having her tits played with. Maybe there were other women who could do this, but I'd never met anyone else, not like Stacy anyway. Even my own wife Marsha, who loved it when I played with her tits, as much as I wanted to, in fact; She didn't climax simply from my playing with her the way Stacy did. And not that I minded, certainly not. The fact that Marsha enjoyed as much attention as I gave her in that regard was something I relished, enjoyed and was more than pleased with. Marsha has fairly large tits with extremely sensitive nipples, though not too sensitive as to detract from the enjoyment of being able to play with them to my heart's content. I've actually known a couple of women who were exact opposites. One girl allowed my fondling of her with indifference. She had even forewarned me before hand that she felt virtually nothing when I, or anyone else for that matter played with her boobs. Basically, she got nothing out of it beyond seeing me becoming aroused myself. Unfortunately, part of my arousal and excitement has always come from seeing the woman become aroused or excited by whatever I was doing. So in this instance at least, it was a bit of a letdown, and thus took away from the pleasure I would normally have received. On the other side of that same coin, I had also known a woman who's nipples were simply too sensitive. Once aroused, she could hardly stand to have anyone even touch them. Even just looking at them sent her into giggling fits, super sensitivity once again taking away from, rather than adding to, the enjoyment and sensuality of that particular form of foreplay. Which was a crying shame too, as Gayle; as I recall her name being, had a really nice looking set of tits too. But once she was truly aroused, it was always "hands off", after that. Now the thing about Stacy was, she didn't have really large tits either. She was the type of girl that a well-known saying was written for, "More than a (good-sized) handful is wasted!" I guess if you were to classify her, her tits would be considered on the small side. Certainly not flat chested, not by any means, and yes, when I held them within my hands, they filled them more than adequately with still a bit left over for good measure. But the thing was, Stacy literally could climax, and very often did, just by my playing with them. We had started dating, had been going out for well over a month with nothing more than a few deep soulful kisses being shared between us. With her tits being not quite so large, she very often didn't wear a bra, her pert nipples poking through and pressing against the material of whatever tee shirt or tank top she was wearing. But I always found it interesting that she only did that, going without a bra, whenever it was an activity or an event that virtually made it impossible for me to even think about trying anything. Both times we'd gone to the drive in theatre, she had worn a bra, making it obvious by her suddenly hidden and protected nipples that she was. (I later learned she even went so far as to wear a nipple cover beneath her bra, much like protective pasties, on those evenings when we'd gone out where the temptation might have been too much for either one of us to adhere too.) Like I said, up until now, I hadn't even touched her, though I also hadn't made any real attempt in doing so either, not wanting her to feel like that was all I wanted from her; sex.  I mean I did, but not purely just for that either. I really liked her. Stacy was the first girl I felt like I could have real feelings for, and because of it, I was content to take my time and see how things went. It was perhaps our seventh or eighth real date. We had gone to the drive-in movie, which was now becoming a weekly event for us, and something we both looked forward to. As was usually the case, it was a double feature with the movie we really wanted to see coming on second. Some twenty or thirty minutes before intermission, with each of us bored with the first movie already, we'd quite naturally gravitated to kissing and cuddling, as we'd been doing every time we came to the drive in, waiting for the second feature to start. And not that I minded that either, Stacy was fun as hell to kiss, and it never failed to get either one of us all hot and bothered, though we very often had to force ourselves to take a break whenever that happened, before things got too carried away. Intermission was always great for that it seemed, giving each of us an excuse, though I daresay, it was Stacy who used it as one. I'd have been content to continue on with what we were doing, even with the lights lit up on the blank screen in front of us. Needless to say, I was pretty much expecting that to happen as we sat there, necking in the front seat of my car, wondering how much longer we had before the movie finally ended. Now maybe this was typical of the times back then, perhaps many can relate to this. But there was a sort of a non-spoken game that I think was quite often played in the front seat of every car with a pair of young teens in it. Whether it be at a drive-in, or parked on some lover's lane some place, or even on the couch in the den at her parent's house. We all played it, and we all went home with smiles on our faces afterwards if we (in our minds) made any sort of progress since the last time we played it. I think the unofficial name of the game was, "How close did you come?" And not meaning "cum" per say...but how close did you get to actually touching her tits?" I know for a good many of my friends, it was very often the topic of conversation, come Monday afternoon during gym class. "How far did you get? What happened? What did you do to get that far?" We all shared... techniques that seemed to work, more importantly, the attempts that failed so that no one else would make the same mistakes. I was in fact at that very moment, running through my own mind the advice one of my closest buds had given me that past Monday afternoon. He was the first amongst us to actually succeed in the titty-department, now a God as far as the rest of us were concerned, and now armed with invaluable information, though I was scared to death to actually try it. As was most everyone else I could only guess.     "Just touch it!" He's said simply. Could it honestly be that easy? I mean you didn't just get in the car, reach over and grab her boob, certainly not. But...once the real kissing had gotten started and had been going on for a while, and then it was time to try that. "No tentative, creeping up on it," he'd informed us. Which some few of us had tried, and had failed at. It gave the girls far too much advanced warning, as we soon after learned. Allowing them too much time to think about it before it happened, most then chickening out, or deciding in that brief moment it was either far too soon for that, or they simply weren't ready for it even if it wasn't. According to Jim "The God" of booby fondling, you simply lifted your hand and placed it directly over your girlfriends boob, and then softly caressed it. With luck, she let you keep your hand there for a few seconds at the very least. And even if she eventually did decide to make you move it off her, you had still gotten to "cop a feel of her tit," as we called it. And that was better than running your fingers off to the side, never quite actually touching it, before being told "No...don't," or feeling her hand moving yours away. A little booby was better than no booby. And so far, I was still on the "no booby at all" side of things. Our kissing had finally reached the tongue fencing stage, which never failed to arouse the two of us, but it was also the first sign that we'd be taking a much needed (not wanted)break soon, especially with the music informing the two of us that the first movie was coming to an end. It was now or never the way I saw it. And in the next instant, my hand was resting directly on her tit, through her tee shirt of course, but on her tit! I think that moment surprised both of us for a number of reasons. She wasn't expecting it for one, but she didn't haul off and deck me either. Only seconds had passed, but my hand remained as I kneaded the softness of her tit like a contented cat. For me at least, it felt like an eternity, and I was already rehearsing my speech for the guys come Monday, when I felt Stacy's hand suddenly covering mine. "Damn!" I thought to myself. "Here it comes, the gentle, but firm pull away. The unspoken "No," though the barrier had been crossed, even if the barriers were about to be put up again. Still...I'd actually touched titty, real titty. So even if it was a two or perhaps three second fondling, I'd finally achieved the penultimate in front seat groping with one's girlfriend. What I didn't expect, was when her hand remained on mine, and my hand remained on her tit, the sound of my name being sung ever so softly as I sat there. "Oh...David!" Even with her bra on, I now felt the sudden emergence of her hard extended little nipple. But even more surprisingly, her gasp, the audible sigh of pleasure that escaped her lips in a long drawn out pleasured sound, unlike any I had ever heard before. But that nipple! Oh my god, that nipple! I swear it had burned an impression within the palm of my hand, half tempted to check, though fearful of doing so, which would mean taking my hand away. Something I didn't dare do, as I was already well into the twenty or thirty second mark of booby fondling, which I felt had to be some sort of a new worlds record at the very least for first time tit fondlers. The second the lights came on, on the screen just a few rows in front of us, Stacy suddenly took my hand and gently moved it off and away from her. Even though she did, I was floating on cloud nine, not even aware of the massive erection in my pants, the short-circuiting of my own arousal not as yet registering in my head as Stacy slid over a few inches, putting distance between us. "I'll be right back," she said reaching for the door. "Get us some popcorn, and something to drink," she then added smiling at me. Which was a big relief in a way, I'd gotten to finally fondle her boob, and she wasn't mad at me for doing it either! I sat for several long moment's willing my cock to go down, watching as several single girls all seemed to pile out of their cars one by one, heading back towards the restrooms. It was obvious I wasn't the only guy waiting patiently for his erection to go down before making their way inside the refreshment stand either. When it had gone down to sufficiently allow me to go inside, though wickedly smiling to myself that perhaps there would still be enough of a noticeable bulge showing without being obscene, and thus serving an entirely different purpose, I climbed out of the car and went inside to grab our drinks and the popcorn. In doing so, I also scanned the crowd to see if there were any of my buddies there. If there were, then sharing secret signals on how well we'd done. Unfortunately, there was no one there I hung out with, so my achievement would have to wait until the following Monday. I was still reliving the experience second by second, running it over and over again inside my head when Stacy returned to the car. I handed her, her drink, and sat the bucket of popcorn on the seat between us. As I did so, I happened to glance over and saw that her nipples, both of them were still pressing even more firmly, more obviously than I ever remembered seeing them before against the material of her shirt. And then I knew why...Stacy had removed her bra entirely! Minutes later as the lights came down again, and the second feature started, Stacy and I came together like a pair of magnets. I remember the tub of popcorn being knocked over, spilling onto the floor of my freshly cleaned and vacuumed carpeting. I could have cared less. And like magnets, my hand, or rather both of them actually, found each of Stacy's tits, (braless tits mind you) simultaneously. Now I was touching both boobs (well sort of anyway) but the fact she was no longer wearing a bra, essentially giving me the so called "green light", once again a never-before reached level of achievement, (not even by John the God himself). I think every hair on my entire body was standing on end. Goose bumps galore racing up and down my entire body, along with my rock-hard cock, that was now almost painfully uncomfortable as I sat half twisted in my seat, both hands caressing Stacy's soft full tits. But the best was yet to come. I had within a short span of time, graduated from booby fondling, to nipple pinching. It was like graduating from high school early, and going on to college. The fact I was actually thumbing and exploring those hard little nubbins of flesh (even if it was still through her thin tee shirt) was well beyond my wildest imaginings. (Well ok...maybe that's going a little too far), but...it was certainly more than I'd expected to happen during the course of the evening. Once again, she placed her hands over both of mine, and then I thought, "Okay, so now she's bringing things to a screeching halt," perfectly content with that if she had. Already I had blown the roof off anything any of the other guys had achieved, including John, who in my mind no longer warranted "God status", a title I couldn't claim myself either as it had to be given you by the others. But already I was imagining the official ceremony taking place come Monday. With Stacy's hands now covering mine, I felt her lift them, still holding mine, almost pulling away, though she held each of mine in hers tighter still. In the next instant, I felt the touch of skin on skin, her hands now guiding each of mine beneath her tee shirt! I seriously couldn't believe this was happening. Within seconds, I now had twin impressions permanently burned within the palms of each hand, as I now covered those extended nipples of hers directly, palming and again kneading them at first, before delicately locating each within my finger tips.  Once again Stacy moaned, her cry of pleasure easily heard as the couple sitting in the car next to us suddenly looked over. I felt prouder than hell as I saw the guy suddenly smile, giving me the thumbs up. I'd seen him around at school, though I didn't know him. But I also knew now that the story would spread, giving confirmation to my coronation come Monday. I lost all sense of my surroundings along with my newfound status when I heard Stacy say, "Suck them." Everything else became a blur after that. As my mouth actually surrounded one of her hard little points, gathering it between my lips as I gently suckled her tit, three things seemed to happen at once. One, I came in my pants. It was quite unexpected and unplanned for. And though embarrassed that I had, I still had the secret advantage of her not knowing that. Secondly, it did at least alleviate the ever growing pressure I was feeling. And three, it made it a hell of a lot more comfortable to sit there, even if I could feel the sticky moisture of my climax bathing my rapidly deflating cock. Which surprisingly, didn't stay that way for as nearly long as I might have expected. The only thing that really mattered now, was the fact I was going back and forth between each one of her tits, sucking them, flicking them with my tongue, while my fingers played ‘follow the leader' on her other tit. It was only a few moments later when Stacy did the one thing I would never have expected her to do in a million, trillion years. She came.     My orgasm had been a silent, secret, though messy one. I think I may have grimaced with my lips surrounding her nipple, but that was about as much as I gave away. Stacy on the other hand, simply cried out, unabashedly, unashamedly, and uninhibitedly. I wish now I had looked over to our companions sitting on either side of us, I'd loved to have seen the expression on their faces then. But I was simply too busy still sucking and fondling Stacy's tits to bother looking, tempted as I may have been. Now, as stupid as this may sound, (and probably does) I still didn't know, or grasp the fact she'd just had an orgasm. I wasn't so naive as to believe girls didn't; however, the mechanics I knew involved other things needing to take place before that could be achieved. And unless she'd been secretly fondling herself in some way that I wasn't aware of, her cry of pleasure simply signaled to me that she was enjoying whatever the hell it was I was doing. So imagine my surprise when Stacy finally pushed me away. Talk about confused. One second I'm thinking she's hotter than she's ever been, certainly hotter than any girl I've ever known or been with, and the next second, she's calling a sudden screeching halt to the proceedings. "Maybe you'd better take me home," she says quietly, readjusting herself, and sliding over closer to her own door, the crunch of popcorn beneath her feet as she does so. I knew better than to question her, or complain about the fact the movie we'd come to see wasn't even half over yet, though for the moment at least, I'd forgotten which one it was. I quickly, and carefully replaced the speaker back on the pole outside the window, started the car, much to the dismay of our neighbors, and then with lights off, backed out and exited the drive in theatre. I don't know if the handful of honks from nearby cars were in tribute, or annoyance as we drove out, I didn't really think about it at the time. It was Stacy's sudden silence that worried me far more. She lived less than twenty minutes away, but I purposely drove well below the posted speed-limit. What was worrying me now, was we were headed back to her place, a good hour or more earlier than normal. Something that would no doubt raise suspicious questions from her parents upon our arrival. And like I said earlier, I was still confused, very much so, and did the only thing I could think of to do under the circumstances. I apologized. "I'm sorry." She looked at me like I'd just turned inside out. "What the hell for?" She asked. "I don't know," I said honestly, even more confused now than before. "I just am." "You're sorry for making me cum?" I know there were words in my mouth, they wanted to come out, but for some reason, I couldn't make any sense of them or arrange them in the proper order. "I didn't, you ah...you, I mean, you ah..." Luckily for me, she kept talking, effectively shutting me up. "I'm the one that should be sorry," she continued on, before I could make any sense of what was happening here. "I should have warned you," she then added. "But I couldn't help myself." I purposely turned down the wrong street, taking the long way around. By the expression on her face, she actually appreciated the fact that I had. I knew then we were both stalling for time, and I wasn't about to pull up in front of her house until I'd at least made some sense of whatever the hell it was we were talking about here. "Warned me about what?" I asked honestly finally finding the correct words to say, though the look in her eyes told me she wasn't quite buying my naiveté. "That I can climax simply by having my boobs played with, even when I do it," she told me. She looked up, "The lights green," she said..."Not red." I had stopped the car at the light, not even bothering to notice what color it was when I did. It was red when I started up again, going through the intersection. Luckily it was just late enough that there were few cars on the road, luckier still there weren't any cops around to witness my stupidity. But thankfully, Stacy laughed, snickering at my obvious confusion, breaking the tension in the air. "Does that....shock you?" she then asked. "Shock me? No. Surprise me? Yes." I answered her truthfully. Then asking, "So...you really do? Cum I mean, just by playing with your tits?" "Yes," she said softly, obviously embarrassed by the revelation, though I found her courageous in her acknowledgement of that. And perhaps her courage, boldness, and openness gave me courage as I pursued this interesting conversation we were suddenly having. "So...do you, I mean, if you can...ah, you know, do you still..." "Masturbate?" she finished for me. So much for my own courage. "Yes I do that too. Don't you?" "Well yeah sure," I freely admitted, glad my voice didn't go up an octave or two when answering her. "Sure...yeah...of course." She smiled at that. "Ditto," she said quickly. "But...I don't have to always do that to have an orgasm either," she now confessed. "I can actually get off, just by playing with my tits." I mean she had, or at least I had seen it first hand, even then I still asked. "Seriously...you really do?" "You saw it...felt it, heard it," she exclaimed growing more and more agitated by the second. "Like I said, I can't help it...it just happens. Maybe I shouldn't have let you do what you did, but...I couldn't help myself David. It would have been no different if I'd been sitting there jacking you off, and then at the last moment taking my hand away, letting you just hang there. When I placed your hands directly on my tits, I knew damn good and well, what was going to happen." I thought briefly about telling her I'd come in my pants, perhaps by way of easing her personal discomfort, sharing something of an equally embarrassing nature with her. Quite naturally, I decided against it. I'm glad you did," I told her, just as we turned onto her street. "I think that's hot as hell...I then told her." "You do? That doesn't freak or weird you out knowing that? Because the truth is David, I like doing it. I like the way I feel, the way my orgasms feel just by having my tits played with. And to be perfectly honest...it felt far more enjoyable when you did it, than when I do it myself!" she now added. We were approaching her house, I had slowed the car down to a crawl...hoping. "Pull over!" she suddenly exclaimed, and I did so, cutting the lights off as I did, basically coasting up next to the curb, engine off. We'd stopped two houses up the street from where she lived, the tall hedgerow next to her driveway effectively cutting off anyone's being able to see us parked there. Luckily, in addition to that, the lights were off in each of the two houses we were parked in front of. The house next to Stacy's currently vacant, and the other lived in by an older woman who retired early as she quickly informed me. In a flash, she had lifted her tee shirt once again, her beautiful bare tits a feast for my eyes, nipples once again hard and extended. Even before I could reach for them, her hand was already fumbling with the belt on my jeans. "Ah Stacy? There's something I should tell you," I began nervously. "I already know," she giggled. "That sort of triggered it when I did," she then added laughing. "So the question is...can you do it again?" "Can you?" I answered back. And then we both proved to one another that we could. ** That night was only the beginning of one of the wildest periods in my entire life. Something that lasted well on into the summer after we had graduated just a few short weeks later. The only downside to anything, was the following Monday when I had quite stupidly boasted of my miraculous success. Had I left it at actually touching bare tit, there would have been feasting and celebration...for days perhaps. Instead, I was looked upon as being a liar, exaggerating and at best, trying to one up my status in trying to claim John's throne, by claiming something that was totally unheard of, exaggerated, and totally unbelievable. And even dumber now having shared it, it was a newfound status, or an attempted one rather, I no longer wanted. In hindsight, I was glad no one believed my story, though I was now fearful that my telling it would get back to Stacy, and thus end what was to become one of the wildest periods of my entire life. Thankfully...it didn't. Not yet anyway. That wouldn't happen for some time yet, though when it did, my earlier stupidity came back to haunt me. But until that actually happened... To be continued. Based on a post by Many Feathers, for Literotica.

Stacey's Breastgasms: Part 1. A high school reunion brings back fond mammories. Based on a post by Many Feathers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It had been a very long time since I'd seen many of my old high school friends and buddies. The last time had been at the ten year reunion, this would be the thirty year reunion, and I knew that most of us would have changed between now and then; dramatically. Although I was still in reasonably good shape, even without working out specifically, I had still put on a few pounds, but with the exception of a few perhaps, I figured everyone would be in the same boat as I was. I still had a full head of dark hair, though I had noticed just a sprinkle of gray had begun at the temples. The one thing about myself I had always considered my best feature however, were my eyes, bright blue with just a hint of gray in them. There was a caption in the yearbook next to my photo, it read: "Bedroom eyes". Though my wife Marsha hadn't attended the same school I had, nor would know any of my old friends, she was looking forward to going almost as much as I was. And I for one was looking forward to showing her off. Marsha had a great body, though a few years younger than me, and certainly my graduating class, giving her a bit of an edge perhaps in the looks department. Fairly large breasted, a tight waist and firm well rounded ass, I had no doubt she would be the envy of many women there. And though she knew I was secretly entertaining those very thoughts, she was looking forward to going for no other reason than to perhaps meet a few of my old high school girlfriends that I had shared erotic naughty stories about with her over the past few weeks. And one in particular came to mind, wondering if she would in fact, be there, though she hadn't come to the ten year reunion, so it had been at least thirty years since I had even seen Stacy. I had shared the story of our dating experiences with my wife, which had excited Marsha tremendously. Mainly because of the somewhat unusual circumstances, and very erotic nature of my old girlfriend, which was far different than anyone, I had ever known, including now. The thing about Stacy that was so unusual, was the fact she could climax simply by having her tits played with. Maybe there were other women who could do this, but I'd never met anyone else, not like Stacy anyway. Even my own wife Marsha, who loved it when I played with her tits, as much as I wanted to, in fact; She didn't climax simply from my playing with her the way Stacy did. And not that I minded, certainly not. The fact that Marsha enjoyed as much attention as I gave her in that regard was something I relished, enjoyed and was more than pleased with. Marsha has fairly large tits with extremely sensitive nipples, though not too sensitive as to detract from the enjoyment of being able to play with them to my heart's content. I've actually known a couple of women who were exact opposites. One girl allowed my fondling of her with indifference. She had even forewarned me before hand that she felt virtually nothing when I, or anyone else for that matter played with her boobs. Basically, she got nothing out of it beyond seeing me becoming aroused myself. Unfortunately, part of my arousal and excitement has always come from seeing the woman become aroused or excited by whatever I was doing. So in this instance at least, it was a bit of a letdown, and thus took away from the pleasure I would normally have received. On the other side of that same coin, I had also known a woman who's nipples were simply too sensitive. Once aroused, she could hardly stand to have anyone even touch them. Even just looking at them sent her into giggling fits, super sensitivity once again taking away from, rather than adding to, the enjoyment and sensuality of that particular form of foreplay. Which was a crying shame too, as Gayle; as I recall her name being, had a really nice looking set of tits too. But once she was truly aroused, it was always "hands off", after that. Now the thing about Stacy was, she didn't have really large tits either. She was the type of girl that a well-known saying was written for, "More than a (good-sized) handful is wasted!" I guess if you were to classify her, her tits would be considered on the small side. Certainly not flat chested, not by any means, and yes, when I held them within my hands, they filled them more than adequately with still a bit left over for good measure. But the thing was, Stacy literally could climax, and very often did, just by my playing with them. We had started dating, had been going out for well over a month with nothing more than a few deep soulful kisses being shared between us. With her tits being not quite so large, she very often didn't wear a bra, her pert nipples poking through and pressing against the material of whatever tee shirt or tank top she was wearing. But I always found it interesting that she only did that, going without a bra, whenever it was an activity or an event that virtually made it impossible for me to even think about trying anything. Both times we'd gone to the drive in theatre, she had worn a bra, making it obvious by her suddenly hidden and protected nipples that she was. (I later learned she even went so far as to wear a nipple cover beneath her bra, much like protective pasties, on those evenings when we'd gone out where the temptation might have been too much for either one of us to adhere too.) Like I said, up until now, I hadn't even touched her, though I also hadn't made any real attempt in doing so either, not wanting her to feel like that was all I wanted from her; sex.  I mean I did, but not purely just for that either. I really liked her. Stacy was the first girl I felt like I could have real feelings for, and because of it, I was content to take my time and see how things went. It was perhaps our seventh or eighth real date. We had gone to the drive-in movie, which was now becoming a weekly event for us, and something we both looked forward to. As was usually the case, it was a double feature with the movie we really wanted to see coming on second. Some twenty or thirty minutes before intermission, with each of us bored with the first movie already, we'd quite naturally gravitated to kissing and cuddling, as we'd been doing every time we came to the drive in, waiting for the second feature to start. And not that I minded that either, Stacy was fun as hell to kiss, and it never failed to get either one of us all hot and bothered, though we very often had to force ourselves to take a break whenever that happened, before things got too carried away. Intermission was always great for that it seemed, giving each of us an excuse, though I daresay, it was Stacy who used it as one. I'd have been content to continue on with what we were doing, even with the lights lit up on the blank screen in front of us. Needless to say, I was pretty much expecting that to happen as we sat there, necking in the front seat of my car, wondering how much longer we had before the movie finally ended. Now maybe this was typical of the times back then, perhaps many can relate to this. But there was a sort of a non-spoken game that I think was quite often played in the front seat of every car with a pair of young teens in it. Whether it be at a drive-in, or parked on some lover's lane some place, or even on the couch in the den at her parent's house. We all played it, and we all went home with smiles on our faces afterwards if we (in our minds) made any sort of progress since the last time we played it. I think the unofficial name of the game was, "How close did you come?" And not meaning "cum" per say...but how close did you get to actually touching her tits?" I know for a good many of my friends, it was very often the topic of conversation, come Monday afternoon during gym class. "How far did you get? What happened? What did you do to get that far?" We all shared... techniques that seemed to work, more importantly, the attempts that failed so that no one else would make the same mistakes. I was in fact at that very moment, running through my own mind the advice one of my closest buds had given me that past Monday afternoon. He was the first amongst us to actually succeed in the titty-department, now a God as far as the rest of us were concerned, and now armed with invaluable information, though I was scared to death to actually try it. As was most everyone else I could only guess.     "Just touch it!" He's said simply. Could it honestly be that easy? I mean you didn't just get in the car, reach over and grab her boob, certainly not. But...once the real kissing had gotten started and had been going on for a while, and then it was time to try that. "No tentative, creeping up on it," he'd informed us. Which some few of us had tried, and had failed at. It gave the girls far too much advanced warning, as we soon after learned. Allowing them too much time to think about it before it happened, most then chickening out, or deciding in that brief moment it was either far too soon for that, or they simply weren't ready for it even if it wasn't. According to Jim "The God" of booby fondling, you simply lifted your hand and placed it directly over your girlfriends boob, and then softly caressed it. With luck, she let you keep your hand there for a few seconds at the very least. And even if she eventually did decide to make you move it off her, you had still gotten to "cop a feel of her tit," as we called it. And that was better than running your fingers off to the side, never quite actually touching it, before being told "No...don't," or feeling her hand moving yours away. A little booby was better than no booby. And so far, I was still on the "no booby at all" side of things. Our kissing had finally reached the tongue fencing stage, which never failed to arouse the two of us, but it was also the first sign that we'd be taking a much needed (not wanted)break soon, especially with the music informing the two of us that the first movie was coming to an end. It was now or never the way I saw it. And in the next instant, my hand was resting directly on her tit, through her tee shirt of course, but on her tit! I think that moment surprised both of us for a number of reasons. She wasn't expecting it for one, but she didn't haul off and deck me either. Only seconds had passed, but my hand remained as I kneaded the softness of her tit like a contented cat. For me at least, it felt like an eternity, and I was already rehearsing my speech for the guys come Monday, when I felt Stacy's hand suddenly covering mine. "Damn!" I thought to myself. "Here it comes, the gentle, but firm pull away. The unspoken "No," though the barrier had been crossed, even if the barriers were about to be put up again. Still...I'd actually touched titty, real titty. So even if it was a two or perhaps three second fondling, I'd finally achieved the penultimate in front seat groping with one's girlfriend. What I didn't expect, was when her hand remained on mine, and my hand remained on her tit, the sound of my name being sung ever so softly as I sat there. "Oh...David!" Even with her bra on, I now felt the sudden emergence of her hard extended little nipple. But even more surprisingly, her gasp, the audible sigh of pleasure that escaped her lips in a long drawn out pleasured sound, unlike any I had ever heard before. But that nipple! Oh my god, that nipple! I swear it had burned an impression within the palm of my hand, half tempted to check, though fearful of doing so, which would mean taking my hand away. Something I didn't dare do, as I was already well into the twenty or thirty second mark of booby fondling, which I felt had to be some sort of a new worlds record at the very least for first time tit fondlers. The second the lights came on, on the screen just a few rows in front of us, Stacy suddenly took my hand and gently moved it off and away from her. Even though she did, I was floating on cloud nine, not even aware of the massive erection in my pants, the short-circuiting of my own arousal not as yet registering in my head as Stacy slid over a few inches, putting distance between us. "I'll be right back," she said reaching for the door. "Get us some popcorn, and something to drink," she then added smiling at me. Which was a big relief in a way, I'd gotten to finally fondle her boob, and she wasn't mad at me for doing it either! I sat for several long moment's willing my cock to go down, watching as several single girls all seemed to pile out of their cars one by one, heading back towards the restrooms. It was obvious I wasn't the only guy waiting patiently for his erection to go down before making their way inside the refreshment stand either. When it had gone down to sufficiently allow me to go inside, though wickedly smiling to myself that perhaps there would still be enough of a noticeable bulge showing without being obscene, and thus serving an entirely different purpose, I climbed out of the car and went inside to grab our drinks and the popcorn. In doing so, I also scanned the crowd to see if there were any of my buddies there. If there were, then sharing secret signals on how well we'd done. Unfortunately, there was no one there I hung out with, so my achievement would have to wait until the following Monday. I was still reliving the experience second by second, running it over and over again inside my head when Stacy returned to the car. I handed her, her drink, and sat the bucket of popcorn on the seat between us. As I did so, I happened to glance over and saw that her nipples, both of them were still pressing even more firmly, more obviously than I ever remembered seeing them before against the material of her shirt. And then I knew why...Stacy had removed her bra entirely! Minutes later as the lights came down again, and the second feature started, Stacy and I came together like a pair of magnets. I remember the tub of popcorn being knocked over, spilling onto the floor of my freshly cleaned and vacuumed carpeting. I could have cared less. And like magnets, my hand, or rather both of them actually, found each of Stacy's tits, (braless tits mind you) simultaneously. Now I was touching both boobs (well sort of anyway) but the fact she was no longer wearing a bra, essentially giving me the so called "green light", once again a never-before reached level of achievement, (not even by John the God himself). I think every hair on my entire body was standing on end. Goose bumps galore racing up and down my entire body, along with my rock-hard cock, that was now almost painfully uncomfortable as I sat half twisted in my seat, both hands caressing Stacy's soft full tits. But the best was yet to come. I had within a short span of time, graduated from booby fondling, to nipple pinching. It was like graduating from high school early, and going on to college. The fact I was actually thumbing and exploring those hard little nubbins of flesh (even if it was still through her thin tee shirt) was well beyond my wildest imaginings. (Well ok...maybe that's going a little too far), but...it was certainly more than I'd expected to happen during the course of the evening. Once again, she placed her hands over both of mine, and then I thought, "Okay, so now she's bringing things to a screeching halt," perfectly content with that if she had. Already I had blown the roof off anything any of the other guys had achieved, including John, who in my mind no longer warranted "God status", a title I couldn't claim myself either as it had to be given you by the others. But already I was imagining the official ceremony taking place come Monday. With Stacy's hands now covering mine, I felt her lift them, still holding mine, almost pulling away, though she held each of mine in hers tighter still. In the next instant, I felt the touch of skin on skin, her hands now guiding each of mine beneath her tee shirt! I seriously couldn't believe this was happening. Within seconds, I now had twin impressions permanently burned within the palms of each hand, as I now covered those extended nipples of hers directly, palming and again kneading them at first, before delicately locating each within my finger tips.  Once again Stacy moaned, her cry of pleasure easily heard as the couple sitting in the car next to us suddenly looked over. I felt prouder than hell as I saw the guy suddenly smile, giving me the thumbs up. I'd seen him around at school, though I didn't know him. But I also knew now that the story would spread, giving confirmation to my coronation come Monday. I lost all sense of my surroundings along with my newfound status when I heard Stacy say, "Suck them." Everything else became a blur after that. As my mouth actually surrounded one of her hard little points, gathering it between my lips as I gently suckled her tit, three things seemed to happen at once. One, I came in my pants. It was quite unexpected and unplanned for. And though embarrassed that I had, I still had the secret advantage of her not knowing that. Secondly, it did at least alleviate the ever growing pressure I was feeling. And three, it made it a hell of a lot more comfortable to sit there, even if I could feel the sticky moisture of my climax bathing my rapidly deflating cock. Which surprisingly, didn't stay that way for as nearly long as I might have expected. The only thing that really mattered now, was the fact I was going back and forth between each one of her tits, sucking them, flicking them with my tongue, while my fingers played ‘follow the leader' on her other tit. It was only a few moments later when Stacy did the one thing I would never have expected her to do in a million, trillion years. She came.     My orgasm had been a silent, secret, though messy one. I think I may have grimaced with my lips surrounding her nipple, but that was about as much as I gave away. Stacy on the other hand, simply cried out, unabashedly, unashamedly, and uninhibitedly. I wish now I had looked over to our companions sitting on either side of us, I'd loved to have seen the expression on their faces then. But I was simply too busy still sucking and fondling Stacy's tits to bother looking, tempted as I may have been. Now, as stupid as this may sound, (and probably does) I still didn't know, or grasp the fact she'd just had an orgasm. I wasn't so naive as to believe girls didn't; however, the mechanics I knew involved other things needing to take place before that could be achieved. And unless she'd been secretly fondling herself in some way that I wasn't aware of, her cry of pleasure simply signaled to me that she was enjoying whatever the hell it was I was doing. So imagine my surprise when Stacy finally pushed me away. Talk about confused. One second I'm thinking she's hotter than she's ever been, certainly hotter than any girl I've ever known or been with, and the next second, she's calling a sudden screeching halt to the proceedings. "Maybe you'd better take me home," she says quietly, readjusting herself, and sliding over closer to her own door, the crunch of popcorn beneath her feet as she does so. I knew better than to question her, or complain about the fact the movie we'd come to see wasn't even half over yet, though for the moment at least, I'd forgotten which one it was. I quickly, and carefully replaced the speaker back on the pole outside the window, started the car, much to the dismay of our neighbors, and then with lights off, backed out and exited the drive in theatre. I don't know if the handful of honks from nearby cars were in tribute, or annoyance as we drove out, I didn't really think about it at the time. It was Stacy's sudden silence that worried me far more. She lived less than twenty minutes away, but I purposely drove well below the posted speed-limit. What was worrying me now, was we were headed back to her place, a good hour or more earlier than normal. Something that would no doubt raise suspicious questions from her parents upon our arrival. And like I said earlier, I was still confused, very much so, and did the only thing I could think of to do under the circumstances. I apologized. "I'm sorry." She looked at me like I'd just turned inside out. "What the hell for?" She asked. "I don't know," I said honestly, even more confused now than before. "I just am." "You're sorry for making me cum?" I know there were words in my mouth, they wanted to come out, but for some reason, I couldn't make any sense of them or arrange them in the proper order. "I didn't, you ah...you, I mean, you ah..." Luckily for me, she kept talking, effectively shutting me up. "I'm the one that should be sorry," she continued on, before I could make any sense of what was happening here. "I should have warned you," she then added. "But I couldn't help myself." I purposely turned down the wrong street, taking the long way around. By the expression on her face, she actually appreciated the fact that I had. I knew then we were both stalling for time, and I wasn't about to pull up in front of her house until I'd at least made some sense of whatever the hell it was we were talking about here. "Warned me about what?" I asked honestly finally finding the correct words to say, though the look in her eyes told me she wasn't quite buying my naiveté. "That I can climax simply by having my boobs played with, even when I do it," she told me. She looked up, "The lights green," she said..."Not red." I had stopped the car at the light, not even bothering to notice what color it was when I did. It was red when I started up again, going through the intersection. Luckily it was just late enough that there were few cars on the road, luckier still there weren't any cops around to witness my stupidity. But thankfully, Stacy laughed, snickering at my obvious confusion, breaking the tension in the air. "Does that....shock you?" she then asked. "Shock me? No. Surprise me? Yes." I answered her truthfully. Then asking, "So...you really do? Cum I mean, just by playing with your tits?" "Yes," she said softly, obviously embarrassed by the revelation, though I found her courageous in her acknowledgement of that. And perhaps her courage, boldness, and openness gave me courage as I pursued this interesting conversation we were suddenly having. "So...do you, I mean, if you can...ah, you know, do you still..." "Masturbate?" she finished for me. So much for my own courage. "Yes I do that too. Don't you?" "Well yeah sure," I freely admitted, glad my voice didn't go up an octave or two when answering her. "Sure...yeah...of course." She smiled at that. "Ditto," she said quickly. "But...I don't have to always do that to have an orgasm either," she now confessed. "I can actually get off, just by playing with my tits." I mean she had, or at least I had seen it first hand, even then I still asked. "Seriously...you really do?" "You saw it...felt it, heard it," she exclaimed growing more and more agitated by the second. "Like I said, I can't help it...it just happens. Maybe I shouldn't have let you do what you did, but...I couldn't help myself David. It would have been no different if I'd been sitting there jacking you off, and then at the last moment taking my hand away, letting you just hang there. When I placed your hands directly on my tits, I knew damn good and well, what was going to happen." I thought briefly about telling her I'd come in my pants, perhaps by way of easing her personal discomfort, sharing something of an equally embarrassing nature with her. Quite naturally, I decided against it. I'm glad you did," I told her, just as we turned onto her street. "I think that's hot as hell...I then told her." "You do? That doesn't freak or weird you out knowing that? Because the truth is David, I like doing it. I like the way I feel, the way my orgasms feel just by having my tits played with. And to be perfectly honest...it felt far more enjoyable when you did it, than when I do it myself!" she now added. We were approaching her house, I had slowed the car down to a crawl...hoping. "Pull over!" she suddenly exclaimed, and I did so, cutting the lights off as I did, basically coasting up next to the curb, engine off. We'd stopped two houses up the street from where she lived, the tall hedgerow next to her driveway effectively cutting off anyone's being able to see us parked there. Luckily, in addition to that, the lights were off in each of the two houses we were parked in front of. The house next to Stacy's currently vacant, and the other lived in by an older woman who retired early as she quickly informed me. In a flash, she had lifted her tee shirt once again, her beautiful bare tits a feast for my eyes, nipples once again hard and extended. Even before I could reach for them, her hand was already fumbling with the belt on my jeans. "Ah Stacy? There's something I should tell you," I began nervously. "I already know," she giggled. "That sort of triggered it when I did," she then added laughing. "So the question is...can you do it again?" "Can you?" I answered back. And then we both proved to one another that we could. ** That night was only the beginning of one of the wildest periods in my entire life. Something that lasted well on into the summer after we had graduated just a few short weeks later. The only downside to anything, was the following Monday when I had quite stupidly boasted of my miraculous success. Had I left it at actually touching bare tit, there would have been feasting and celebration...for days perhaps. Instead, I was looked upon as being a liar, exaggerating and at best, trying to one up my status in trying to claim John's throne, by claiming something that was totally unheard of, exaggerated, and totally unbelievable. And even dumber now having shared it, it was a newfound status, or an attempted one rather, I no longer wanted. In hindsight, I was glad no one believed my story, though I was now fearful that my telling it would get back to Stacy, and thus end what was to become one of the wildest periods of my entire life. Thankfully...it didn't. Not yet anyway. That wouldn't happen for some time yet, though when it did, my earlier stupidity came back to haunt me. But until that actually happened... To be continued. Based on a post by Many Feathers, for Literotica.

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You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store, or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com In this tranquil place where the sea kisses the shore, Tasha holds a mesmerizing secret—one that beckons her deeper into the ocean's embrace with every crashing wave. By surrendering to the tide, she unlocks a world of exhilarating fantasies, a realm where her desires take shape in the seductive whispers of the water.As she lays submerged in the surf, Tasha finds herself entwined in a passionate dance with the sea, exploring the intoxicating depths of her soul. But the seductive power of the waves comes at a price. Each encounter blurs the lines between reality and fantasy, leaving her vulnerable to the secrets that lie beneath the surface.Join Tasha on this enthralling journey as she navigates her desires, confronts her fears, and discovers that true pleasure can be both liberating and dangerous. Will she embrace the intoxicating allure of her fantasies, or will the depths of her secret consume her?Dive into Tasha's Secret: The Passion of Waves, a dark romance that seamlessly weaves erotic drama with mind-bending twists. Experience the thrill of surrender as the ocean reveals Tasha's innermost yearnings—an unforgettable standalone that will leave your heart racing and your soul yearning for more.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakenings App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com "I am extremely horny after listening to it. | love this podcast"  In this seductive and thrilling episode, join Lisa, a young woman on a mission to fulfill a desire she's been nurturing for far too long. Dressed to impress, Lisa is on her way to a work event, with every intention of seducing her charming coworker, Martin.The anticipation is high as she drives through the snow-covered mountain roads, her mind swirling with thoughts of what the night might bring. But fate has other plans. When Lisa's car breaks down in the middle of the storm, she's forced to abandon her original plans.Desperate and cold, she walks through the thick snowfall until she stumbles upon a remote cabin. Inside, it's warm, inviting, and full of clues—this is a place inhabited by rugged mountain men. As Lisa steps inside, curiosity overtakes her.The scent of firewood and masculine presence fills the air, and suddenly, Martin is the furthest thing from her mind. Who are these mysterious men? And what might happen if they return to find Lisa in their cabin? Her curiosity grows into something more as the atmosphere around her becomes thick with desire.Snowed in and alone, Lisa is about to experience a night far more intimate and unexpected than anything she had planned. Tune in to explore Lisa's tempting encounter, where her deepest fantasies awaken in the most unexpected of places.

In this final part of the series, I break down why powerful men never masturbate. If you want to be elite, you can't afford to leak energy. You need every bit of it to stay sharp, focused, and at the top of your game. Every time you give in, you lower your standards and kill your drive for real-world success. The top 1% don't waste energy; they channel it into presence, achievement, and leadership. Show Notes:  [01:05]#10 You cannot be elite while leaking energy. [07:11]#11 You lower your standards without even knowing it. [14:28]#12 You disqualify yourself from being in the top 1%.  [20:45]Recap Next Steps ---

We're in part three of this four-part series on why powerful men never masturbate. In this one, I talk about how porn-based masturbation disconnects you from real women and messes up your sense of real intimacy. It also trains you to quit by giving in to easy urges instead of building discipline and power. And lastly, it flips the dominance polarity, turning you from an assertive man into a passive consumer.  If you want to keep your masculine energy strong, you need to hear this one. Show Notes:  [01:00]#7 It disconnects you from real women. [07:54]#8 You are teaching yourself to quit. [15:10]#9 It reverses the dominance polarity.  [23:24]Recap Episodes Mentioned: 3311: How To Be A "High Value Man" [Part 1 of 2] 2730: Knocking Down Your "Big Dominoes" Next Steps ---

We're back for part two of the series on why powerful men never masturbate. In this one, I talk about how releasing your energy too often weakens your presence — your eye contact, your voice, even the way people feel your energy. When your energy drops, everyone feels it, from women to kids to even your dog. I also break down how masturbation trains you to be alone and kills your social and sexual drive.  If you want to keep your energy magnetic and your presence strong, this episode is for you. Show Notes:  [01:01]#4 You are draining yourself. [08:01]#5 Tension is releasing. This costs you magnetic presence. [14:29]#6 You condition yourself to be alone.  [18:56]Recap Next Steps ---

This is the start of a four-part series on why a powerful man should never, ever masturbate. I'm breaking down the difference between sex and masturbation — because they're not the same thing. Sex is creative energy. It's giving and dominant. Masturbation is escapist energy. It drains you instead of building you.  In this episode, I explain why that difference matters if you want to stay in your power as a man. Show Notes:   [03:27]#1 You are leaking your life force.  [07:45]#2 Masturbation is a choice to chase pleasure over power.  [15:37]#3 You are making yourself spiritually softer. [20:16]Recap Next Steps ---

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakenings App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com Sophie never imagined her world would be turned upside down by her husband's job loss. But as financial ruin looms, Marcus's decision to return to the rodeo circuit ignites a flame she never knew existed.What starts as a desperate attempt to save their future becomes a sizzling journey of self-discovery. When Marcus's past collides with their present in the form of his former lover, Sophie finds herself caught in a whirlwind of emotions.As the trio's paths intertwine, boundaries blur and desires ignite. Will Sophie embrace the unexpected connection forming between them? Can she surrender to the burning passion that threatens to consume them all?Dive into this scorching tale of love, lust, and liberation. "Rodeo Passion Unleashed" will leave you breathless, craving more with every turn of the page. Listen now and immerse yourself in a world where desperation leads to the most delicious discoveries.Warning: Contains explicit content and scenes of a sexual nature involving multiple partners. Intended for mature audiences only.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakening App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com In the shadowed corners of an ancient church, where secrets are whispered and sins are absolved, a tale of forbidden love unfolds. Sacrilegious Seduction is a dark erotic romance that dives deep into the hearts of two souls ensnared by their desires.Mary is a young woman persecuted by the demons of her sins. Each step she takes towards the church is heavy with hope for redemption and absolution. Innocent in her intentions, she seeks solace within the sacred walls, yearning for peace. But what she finds is far from the serenity she craves.Can the young priest ignore the torment of his own demons to offer Mary absolutions. His life, dedicated to the divine, is a constant battle against the shadows of seduction and perversion that haunt his soul. Day by day, he clings to his vows, desperate to keep his desires at bay. Yet, when Mary steps into his confessional, the boundaries of his conviction begin to blur.As their paths cross, an undeniable attraction ignites between them, a fire that burns with the intensity of forbidden desires. The church, once a sanctuary of purity, becomes a battleground for their carnal passions. In the cloaked silence of the confessional, their secrets unravel, and their lustful hunger takes hold.Mary's innocence is the catalyst for a Priest's fall. Her eyes, filled with a mix of naivety and longing, pierce through his facade. The priest finds himself drawn to her like a moth to a flame, helpless to resist the seductive pull. Every prayer he utters, every scripture he reads, becomes tainted with thoughts of her. The sacred texts speak not of salvation, but of the taboo romance that consumes him.In this clandestine dance of seduction, they surrender to their desires, knowing well the perversion of their actions. The church, a witness to their sinful tryst, becomes a paradox of sanctity and debauchery. Their love, as much as it is a source of torment, is also their escape from the shackles of their pasts.Sacrilegious Seduction is a story of temptation and release, where the line between virtue and vice fades into obscurity. It's a tale that will captivate adult fiction lovers and erotica fans alike, drawing them into a world where innocence meets corruption, and where love is as dark as it is passionate.Join Mary and the priest on their forbidden journey. Sacrilegious Seduction is more than just a story; it's an experience that will leave you breathless and yearning for more.Ready to explore the depths of forbidden love? Listen to Sacrilegious Seduction today. Surrender to the seduction, and discover the dark allure of their unholy passion.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakening App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com  In the shadows of everyday monotony lies a yearning for forbidden desires and clandestine encounters. Welcome to "Secrets in the Shadows An Erotic Tale," a sizzling story that will ignite your passions and keep you on the edge of your seat.Cassie is trapped in the humdrum of her day-to-day life. Despite her seemingly perfect world, she finds herself longing for more—more excitement, more passion, more of the unknown. Desperation to break free from her mundane routine drives her to the hidden corners of the internet, where secret fantasies and forbidden desires come to life. Cassie's heart races as she stumbles upon an alluring invitation—a chance to meet a mysterious stranger in a secluded hotel. The promise of adventure and secret passion fuels her wildest dreams, but a nagging question lingers in her mind: Is she ready to cross the line and turn her fantasies into reality? With trembling hands, Cassie prepares for the clandestine rendezvous. Every step towards the unknown heightens her senses and feeds her curiosity. She wonders if this encounter will quench her thirst for excitement or push her too far into the forbidden abyss.Though she knows it's a risk, the allure of the unknown is too tempting to resist. Cassie's secret desires ignite a fire within her, leading her to a night filled with tantalizing whispers and forbidden touches. In the quiet seclusion of the hotel room, she'll discover whether she's found the passion she craves or ventured into a realm of no return."Secrets in the Shadows An Erotic Tale" is more than just a story—it's an exploration of the clandestine, a deep dive into secret worlds where forbidden desires come alive. Erotica enthusiasts will lose themselves in Cassie's daring adventure, aching to uncover what happens next.Join Cassie as she navigates the fine line between reality and fantasy, and discovers the true extent of her own desires. Are you ready to explore your secret passions and forbidden fantasies? Embark on this erotic adventure and find out. Dive into "Secrets in the Shadows An Erotic Tale" today, and allow yourself to be swept away by the thrill of the forbidden.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakenings App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com The day was long, the city buzzed outside, but inside their apartment, the hum of intimacy was about to take over. She stood at the sink, sleeves rolled up, warm water running over her hands—a picture of everyday grace. He watched from across the room, his admiration simmering just beneath the surface. What begins as a simple household chore turns into a steamy expression of gratitude.In this sultry, urban fantasy, the mundane becomes extraordinary when passion takes over in a way that makes even the kitchen feel like a sacred space.Seduction meets reflection in this vivid story of desire born out of love, and appreciation that goes far beyond words.Put in your earbuds, pour a glass of wine, and let your imagination wander as the sparks fly over the kitchen sink.

Neighbor's daughter seeks out widower next door, to help her with human sexuality lessons. By SilverFoxMullet - Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was folding the last of my laundry, there wasn't much with just myself left in the house. My son had got married and moved to British Columbia. My wife passed on 2 years ago. Just me now, enjoying a much-too-quiet life. Then the doorbell rang. I went to the door and opened it, only to find my neighbour's daughter Tess standing on his front porch. I'd watched her grow up next door. When my son had moved out ten years ago, my wife and I had occasionally babysat little Tess. It had been nice having kids around the house again. She'd grown up into an intelligent, pretty young girl. She'd also been devastated why Marie had died. "Oh, Hi, Tess. What can i do for you?" "Hi Mr Brock. I um, I need some help with some, uh, homework. I was hoping you'd be able to help me?" "OK, I don't know how much help I can really be, but I can try. High school was an awful long time ago for me! Come on in." Tess followed me into the living room and I asked her "Do you want a drink, I've got water, pop, juice, or milk." "Water's fine" she said. I poured two glasses and came back, handing her one as she sat there on my sofa. "So, how can I help? My knowledge of high school math is really out of date you know." She was fidgeting and blushing, as she sat there clutching her drink and a textbook. Finally she exhaled and said "Human sexuality" as she held up the book. I blinked at her, nonplussed. What are they teaching kids these days? The only response I could muster was "Um, what?" She set down her book, took a drink, then set her glass on the coffee table. "Mr. Brock…" "Call me Kenneth, please." "Kenneth. I, I want to learn about um, you know, sex. I, my friends, they're all starting to do stuff, to fool around, and I um, I want to learn too but I'm afraid." I sat there looking at her, unable to process what she was saying. She grew more agitated, and blushed even more. Tears welled up and slipped down her cheeks. If I have one weakness, it's a crying woman. I got up and moved to sit beside her and wrapped my arms around her. Tess sobbed and clutched at me, crying into my shoulder. After a few minutes she pulled back, and I let her go. "Will to teach me?" she asked. Oh fuck no, I thought. "That depends on what you want to learn." "I want to learn about sex. I want to learn everything, I want you to teach me." "Oh. How old are you now, Tess?" "I'm sixteen. I'm old enough to learn about this." Oh crap. This is bad. Really, really bad. "You may think you're old enough, but not for me, that's for sure. You're not even an adult in the eyes of the law. I'm sorry Tess, I can't help you with this." Tears started dripping again as she spoke. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you with this. It's just, like, all my friends, they're doing stuff, and I feel left out, I want to, but I'm scared. They all say sex is painful, or uncomfortable, or just, not great. Stuff I've read, and stuff I've watched on the internet, makes it sound like sex should be really good, really fun, but my friends say it's not. I want to learn the right way, so it's good for me." Wow. What the hell are her friends doing? Ah, right, teenage boys. Worse than useless. Maybe I can't do anything with her, but I can help. "Ok, I am not going to teach you, at least not any hands-on lessons, but I will offer you some advice." She straightened up a bit, and wiped her eyes. God she was so beautiful. Very girl-next-door wholesome. The last thing she deserved was some idiot teenage boy humping at her for 30 seconds and then running off to brag about his prowess to his idiot friends. "My first piece of advice is to masturbate." She looked confused now. "You want me to what?" "Masturbate, play with yourself. Look, how will you ever be able to tell your lover what you want and how you want it unless you know yourself? Get comfortable with yourself, learn how to please yourself, learn what makes your orgasms great." She was staring wide eyed at me now, as my words started to sink in. "How do I do that?" she asked. "Look up female masturbation videos. Watch and learn, and practice." "Okay" she said, "What else?" "Buy a toy. Get a marital aid, a dildo, so you can practice feeling what intercourse is like. You can use other things, but it's better and safer to use the right tools for the job. Look up a sex shop or stag shop. I'll even go shopping for you if you want." "Oh, yes, would you, please?" "Certainly. Now, once you are comfortable with your own sexuality, and you find someone you want to be with, make sure you tell them what you like. Don't be afraid to be demanding about what they're doing. They either do it right or you kick them out of bed." She giggled at this, which I thought was incredibly cute. "Don't discount female lovers either. They like sex exactly the way you do. Once you get good at masturbation you'll be able to please another girl quite well." "I don't think I want to do that, I like boys." she said. "You mean 'men' not 'boys'. That's exactly why your friends are having lousy sex. They're playing with boys." She nodded, so I continued. "Guys like oral sex too. In fact, if you're good at blowjobs you won't have to put up with their inept antics in bed. That's another use for the dildo, to practice oral sex. And if a guy starts to hump your face, if he starts grabbing you and pushing, bite him. You don't have to take that if you don't want it. If it's something you enjoy, then let him play, but otherwise he is there to please you, not the other way around." Tess was smiling now, tears all but forgotten. She hugged me, and said "Thank you. I will follow your advice Mr, uh, Kenneth." I picked up her book, flipped through it quickly, and found the section on female anatomy. I showed her the diagram and said "Learn what all your parts are, what they're for, and how they work. This is a good place to start. I'll find you a toy tomorrow and you can stop by to pick it up on Tuesday, OK?" She nodded, saying "Thank you", and repeated herself after hugging me again. Once she'd left I locked the door and went upstairs with laundry basket. I dropped the basket on the bed and went into my bathroom. I had such a wicked hard-on, I just had to get some relief. The very idea that the literal girl next door wanted me to teach her about sex had me hard as steel. She might be jailbait but I could still follow my own advice, and masturbate. Of course I didn't last long at all, but I wasn't trying to last. I went shopping for Tess on Monday, picking out a nice realistic looking dildo and a bottle of personal lubricant. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but I chose one that was almost exactly my size. The girl at the cash looked kind of funny at me, so I smiled and said "Gift for a friend Tess knocked on my door the next afternoon when she got home from school. We exchanged greetings and I handed her the plain brown paper bag. She wanted to pay me for it but I told her it was a gift. l got a hug in return and she practically scampered next door. I silently wished her luck. ." It's great to see Tess feeling more confident about her sexuality. I'm still amazed that I'm the one she turned to for help. The thought of this girl using her new toy to explore herself gave me fodder for my own playtime for the next week. She may only be sixteen, but she's unbelievably sexy. Afterwards I only saw her in passing, as usual, and we'd wave and say 'Hi'. She looked happy and cheerful, and I assumed her self-directed lessons were going well, as she hadn't returned for any more advice. Part of me assumed she'd developed a romantic relationship and was handling things just fine. Life went on, I kept busy at work, and did yard maintenance, laundry, and all the usual stuff around the house. I wasn't into playing sports, so I went to the gym a few days a week to keep in shape. My woodworking hobby morphed from a strictly power tool shop to using a lot more hand tools. It was slower paced but I found it a lot more rewarding. Thoughts of Tess faded away. I had my 'internet videos & pics' to keep me occupied when I needed it. I had no interest in pursuing a new love this late in life, so i wasn't dating or putting myself out there. That was two years ago. Today I was in the basement shop, planing a cherry table top. It was good physical labour, and I was sweating a bit as I worked. I heard the doorbell, so I set the plane aside and brushed the shavings off my pants. The bell rang again as I hurried up the stairs, yelling "Coming!" I pulled the door open to find Tess standing there smiling at me. "Oh, Hi there, Tess. I haven't seen you around for a while. How've you been?" "Hi Kenneth! I just wanted to stop by for a visit, if that's OK?" "Uh, sure, come on in, can I get you a drink or something?" "Water would be fine, thanks." I poured two glasses and brought them to the living room. We sipped and she set her glass down. "So what brings you by today?" I asked. "Same as last time." she said with a demure smile. Last time? Shit, last time she wanted me to 'teach' her about sex. I choked on my drink. "Uh, Last time?" I said faintly. "I'm here for my next lesson. I turned 18 a month ago," She beamed. "And now I want you to finish teaching me about sex." Holy fucking mother of god. She was back, and she was more beautiful than ever. She'd matured more since she was 16, with such a pretty face and solid, slim figure. I could see how nice that figure was, because she wasn't hiding it. The bright yellow halter style dress she was wearing had a deep vee displaying her lovely cleavage, no back, and came to mid-thigh on her sleek legs. I didn't realize that I hadn't responded to her. "Well? Will you? Please?" she asked. "I've waited two years you know. And I followed all your advice too. I'm ready for the next lesson." "But why me, you're stunningly beautiful, you could have any guy you wanted." "I know. And I want you." She said with resolve. She then kicked off her sandals and stood up. Reaching behind her neck, she undid the tie holding up the top of her dress. It came undone and the dress slithered to the floor, pooling around her feet. All she had on now was a pair of lacy yellow panties God she was perfect. Chestnut hair, falling about her shoulders. High, firm, fully tanned breasts with neat brown areolas and stiff looking nipples; her slender waist flared into nicely curved hips, which continued in a graceful curve down her thighs. Tess stepped towards me, and held out her hand. I reached out and took it. God help me, this was so wrong, but I was literally unable to resist her. She pulled gently and I rose to my feet, stunned by her presence. A tug on my hand was all she had to provide to get me in motion, and I followed her from the living room. She led me to the top of the stairs, hypnotizing me with the sway of her ass; then stopped and asked in a sultry voice "Which way is the bedroom?" "This way" I said, pointing to the right. I continued to follow her, into my room, where she stopped, turned, and stood with her arm wrapped around the tall bedpost at the foot of my queen bed. "Tess…" I croaked in a strained voice. "This is what I wanted back then, when I came to you two years ago. It's still what I want now. You said I was too young. I'm an adult now, and I want this, I want you." "Oh god, Tess. I want to say no, I should say no, I have to say no, but I can't. You're so perfect, so beautiful, so delightful, and I can't tell you no." She smiled, and oh man, she was so stunningly beautiful it made me weak at the knees. Like a fucking goddess. And like a goddess, no mere mortal like me could refuse her. "Make love to me, Kenneth." She said, in a low sultry voice. I peeled off my polo shirt and tossed it aside. The rest of my clothing quickly followed, and I stood before her as aroused as I had ever been in my life. Her smile broadened and she laughed lightly, saying "Oh you're perfect! You're just like that wonderful dildo that you gave me to practice on!" I remembered the dildo I bought her years ago, and recalled that that was exactly what I'd picked out for her. I just smiled back at her and gave a little shrug. She laughed again and beckoned me forward. The goddess pulls the strings and the puppet moves to her will. Where did she get such sexual confidence and assertiveness? I took her hand and walked over to the side of the bed, where I sat and guided her onto my lap, and kissed her. She sighed into the kiss, and melted against me. Her skin was so soft, her warm, fragrant body so supple and firm at the same time. We kissed for a while, and I moved my attentions from her lips to her jawline, then to her earlobes, and finally her neck. Tess was cooing and sighing in my arms, her firm breasts and taught nipples pressed to me. I kissed her again, harder, and brought my tongue into it. Hers came back at me to play, and we tasted each other for a while more. When she started to writhe in a subtle manner I knew she was truly aroused, so I moved her over to lie back on the bed. Awestruck, I gazed at her, reddish brown hair fanning out on the bed, firm breasts sitting high on her chest, defying gravity and anatomy alike. I swooped down upon her breasts, stroking, kissing, licking, and fondling her magnificence. Those coos and sighs continued, and she started adding words to her breathless sounds. "Don't touch my nipples yet" she whispered, as she directed me to the valley between her tits. I moved to the undersides of them, and thence to her areolas, as I progressed along my slow, wonderful tour. Finally, with a moan and a push, she led me to the end of this part of our journey. Set in goose-bumped areolas, her swollen, highly sensitive nipples were my last target. I began with gentle licks, then small kisses, on one, then the other, and back. Then it was nibbles, fingers rolling them, sucking them, pressing them, and manipulating her nipples as many ways as I could. She began to writhe beneath me, her words tapering off into moans and gasps. No longer directing me, I played, I explored, I teased and tantalized her. A shudder, followed by a long sighing gasp was the signal she was done with this, and she gently pushed me away. "Oh, Kenneth, that was wonderful! Thank you. Now lay back, I want to explore you." I did as she bid, and Tess started touching, stroking, fondling, and kissing her way from my ears to my toes. She didn't spend too long in any one place, and she avoided my cock completely. Little questions, do I like this, or that, and little comments about what she found or liked, interspersed her explorations. She found some ticklish places, and she also found some really arousing places too. Places my wife had never found, places I never suspected I had. By now, there was a puddle of pre-cum on my abdomen, and she shifted her position to inspect me more closely. She lifted my cock and licked the most recent droplet from it. Then she dipped her head down and lapped up that puddle. My stomach muscles flexed and clenched as she tickled me with her agile tongue. She giggled at my 'gut reaction' as she called it. Then the most wondrous sensation hit my rigid cock. Her mouth closed over me, and that agile tongue found a new place to play. My late wife hadn't been much for blowjobs, so this was a rare treat indeed for me. Last time would have been probably 25 years ago. And it didn't stop with her tongue, amazing as it was. My shaft began to disappear into her mouth bit by bit, as she bobbed up and down ever so slowly. I stared stunned and slack-jawed in amazement as Tess worked my cock into her throat. I kept my hands to myself, clutching the duvet, and desperately willed myself not to cum. Alas, this last was in vain, because this goddess continued to pull strings on her mortal puppet. She wanted me to cum, so cum I would, whether I wanted to or not. I groaned and muttered "I'm gonna cum" through gritted teeth. She heeded my warning by humming and pulling back until just my head was in her warm wet mouth. She redoubled her efforts with her tongue, swirling around and around my throbbing manhood. With a whimper I came, shaking and pulsing over and over into her eager mouth. She swallowed my load and kept licking and sucking until I wilted in her mouth. "How was that?" she asked. "Oh god, Tess, that was the best I ever had." She giggled again. "I'm just glad you picked a toy the right size. Practice makes perfect. Although my toy doesn't cum like you do, that was a bit of a surprise. It doesn't taste bad at all, but the texture is weird." As I listened to her words, she made me wonder, and I had to ask. "Was that your first real blowjob?" "Uh huh. First ever. It was good?" "Like I said, best ever. I can't believe that was your first time doing this!" "First time for real, it was always just my toy before now." "Wow." "Now it's your turn to please me" she said, rolling onto her back and tugging my arm. Those strings again, pulling me wither she desired, and this time it was her most private place. I used my hands and forearms, my lips and tongue, to stroke and touch her all over. It was my turn to find her interesting places, her ticklish spots, and make her squirm in anticipation. I touched her face and neck, kissing and stroking, and proceeded to her shoulders and arms. Another chance to play with her lovely breasts was not to be denied either, and I did indeed have her squirming now. I worked my way down her body, making sure to test every place I could for sexual suitability. She directed me to a few places that she liked, and I found some spots she didn't yet know about. She began to get more vocal, calling my name occasionally, giving hints and feedback and directions, interwoven with a progressively louder and more varied series of moans and gasps. I stopped, and rose to preview what I was about to acquire. I softly brushed my fingers all around her panties, and her movements became more erratic, changing from a slow undulation to twitching and shuddering. Slowly, I peeled the bright yellow lace from her hips. I could scent her now, a wonderful mix of the robust and the delicate at the same time. She had a beautiful reddish-brown bush, lush and soft, that led to her sex. I nuzzled her lovely triangle of fur, all the while drawing in her heady aroma. I discarded her panties now, and her legs fell open to my gaze. Beautiful. Exquisite, even. Her lightly furred vulva surrounded a pair of dark-edged lips, glistening with the source of that scent I was enjoying. I pushed her legs farther apart and looked up at her. She smiled back at me and said "Teach me". Fuck. A lick, along her slit, hammered my senses of taste and smell, filling me with her. She was sour and sweet and floral and meaty, with a little saltiness from her sweat. I moaned into her as I plowed her with my tongue again, deeper, harder. More contact, more flavour, more joy! I pulled back and looked for her clit. That little peak in her folds held a secret I wanted to discover. I drove my tongue into her again and licked all the way up to try and find her clitoris. It was there, small, but firm, still buried in those folds, I could feel it. She could too, based on how she squeaked and jumped when I hit the right spot. Her breathing was getting faster, and her thighs were flexing, so I assumed she was very close. Did I want, or even need, to tease her? I needed to know what she wanted, so I asked. "Do you want to cum now, or make it last a while?" "In a little while, but not too long" she said as she brought her hands down to run fingers through my hair. Perfect. I wondered if her other lovers had asked the right questions, or had she had to guide them? No matter, I have the here and now to deal with. I pulled her labia apart gently with my fingers and played my tongue over the wet pink flesh revealed within. Her hips gyrated against me, so I continued to play at this. When my nose bumped her clit, she jumped and squeaked again. I worked a fingertip into her opening, swirling it around to maximize the stimulation, while at the same time I began to gently lick and kiss her clitoral hood. A shuddering moan indicated I was on the right track, With feather-light touches around her clit, and my finger slowly working deeper into her passage, I increased her stimulation. Those gyrations increased, and my licks to her clit became less subtle, more direct. Tess whimpered as I rolled my finger inside her, and sought her G-spot. When she cried out suddenly, with an accompanying shudder and thrust of her hips, I knew I'd found the right spot. I attacked her clit with more gusto, lapping and flicking at her, as my finger continued it's internal foray. She came, she came with abandon. Squealing and thrashing and calling my name, she practically bounced on the bed. I had to hold her hips firmly with my arms and my free hand just to stay connected to the vital spots and continue to stimulate her. She seemed to cum at least twice, possibly thrice, before the grip on my air went from pulling to pushing. I relented, and rose to look down at her, her face and chest flushed, sweat beading her forehead, and the most beautiful expression on her face. She looked like the goddess she was. "Oh god Kenneth, that was the most amazing orgasm I've ever had! What have you done to me?" I slid up to lie beside her, cuddling together while she regained her breath and her senses. "That was wonderful" I said. "I enjoyed you so much, and you seemed to enjoy it too." "The best ever" she said, paraphrasing my earlier comment on her own oral efforts. "Your other lovers didn't perform so well, then?" "There are no others. just me and my toy. I've waited and practiced and dreamed of this day." Her hand slipped between us to fondle my hardness, which was back from it's slumber. "No one? But I though you wanted to learn…" "I wanted you. I told you so. I wanted to learn, and I wanted you to teach me. All you could give me was advice and my toy, so I made the best of what I had. Can we start our next lesson?" "Tess? You're still a virgin? Are you sure about this?" She laughed, saying "If you're wondering about my hymen, that toy took it the very first day I got it. I went straight home and tried it. Slowly, carefully, and immediately. And every day since, I've practiced and practiced, hoping that when I was ready, you'd accept me. That you'd teach me the rest." "You are so beautiful, so amazing, I don't know how or why I got so lucky, but you're here. And I will not disappoint you." I sat up next to her, and swept my gaze and my hands along her nubile young body. "Did you bring any condoms?" I asked. "I'm on the pill, and you are my first lover, do we need one?" "I haven't been with anyone in over 5 years, and before that I had a vasectomy. So I am clean and sterile." "Make love to me, Kenneth." "For your first time, I want you on top." She laughed and we switched places on the bed. Straddling my hips, she leaned in to kiss me fervently, passionately, until we were starving for oxygen. I could feel her wet heat against my hardness, as she slowly shifted her weight on me. Finally breaking our kiss, she sat upright, raised herself aloft, and reached for me. I felt her hand moving my cock around, as she tried to position me just so. "I never tried this way with my toy. It doesn't lend itself to this very well. I'm usually on my back or on my hands and knees." Then she pressed herself down onto me, taking it slowly, gently. She leaned forward to plant her hands on my chest. "Oh god, this is so good, sooo goooood" she groaned. Bottoming out, she sat staring at me, gently running fingers through the graying hair on my chest. "Wow. I thought when I saw you, that it would feel just like my toy. But it doesn't, not at all. This is so much better!" With that, she started to play. She bounced up and down for a while, breasts wobbling, hair swirling, suddenly yelping and shuddering on me as she came. Collapsing on me, breathing hard for a minute or two, whilst her pussy throbbed and rippled on me. Smiling that amazing smile of hers, she pushed herself back up, and started grinding on me in little circular motions. This apparently worked even better, as she kept it up for about 5 minutes before squealing through a couple of orgasms. Once again, she slumped down onto my chest, and I could feel her heart beating madly in hers. When her pussy relaxed again, and she stirred, she sat up and said "That was better than anything I've ever felt. Even better than your wonderful tongue. Can we trade places now?" "As you wish" I said. "Oh Westley!" she replied with laugh. "Farm boy, make love to me now!" she demanded. With a chuckle, I rolled her over and we kissed again. I reached down to guide myself into her beautiful warmth, and god she was tight. I knew I wouldn't last long like this, and I told her so. "I've already had the best time of my life, please just enjoy me, the way I enjoyed you." she said. I kissed her again as i began to slowly push my aching cock in and out of her. We could hear the wet sloppy sounds of her pussy as I fucked her. I pushed myself up on my elbows and tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear. Her smile was amazing, and she felt so alive beneath me! I rocked my hips as my thrusting increased in force and speed, which stimulated her clit. Her smile changed to laughter as she approached orgasm, crying out to me "Oh god yes! Yes!" I was getting closer myself, and then she looked deep into my eyes, saying "I love you". That triggered me, and I humped madly at her, pounding myself deep into her, over and over, until I spasmed in bliss. I felt and heard her answering orgasm as we tumbled from our peaks to lay panting against each other, sharing breath, sharing heartbeats, sharing souls. "Oh god, Tess, I love you too." This, torn from me, how and why could this be happening? She kissed me again. "I hoped, I prayed, I wished, I waited so long for this. Thank you." Not wanting to crush her, I lifted off her, and slowly pulled my shrinking cock from her welcoming heat. "Yipe! Hey, I thought you were fixed!" she exclaimed as my issue came pouring out of her. Too late, the duvet cover needs washing now for sure. "A vasectomy doesn't change how much comes out, just what's in it, or not in it, so to speak. And you knew from that blowjob how much I cum." "My toy never made this much of a mess, that's for sure." she said with a laugh. "Let's take a shower, and then we can have something to eat, and we can talk, OK?" She looked a trifle worried about the 'talking' part, but the shower was definitely of interest to her! We spent a long time in the hot spray, exploring, touching and teasing each other. And we did incidentally get clean. We dried each other off, and I got a spare bathrobe for her. I made some sandwiches, and poured a couple of glasses of lemonade. We ate, and I asked her about school. She had just graduated high school with top honours, and was intending to go to Queens in Kingston, come September. Now we has to discuss 'Us'. "Tess, you're 18, you have your whole life ahead of you. I'm 58, due to retire in 2 years. I'm afraid that if we pursue any kind of relationship it will end badly, and most badly for you." Once again she surprised me by simply laughing at me. "Silly man! You've probably got another good twenty years in you. Do you want to waste it mowing your lawn and doing your laundry, or do you want to live?" I blinked at her in surprise, and she continued, "Do you think I would deny myself my true love simply because it may be cut short? Are you tied to this place? Could you follow me to Kingston?" My mind spun, I felt totally disoriented for a moment, and I looked into those crystal grey eyes. And I was lost. Strings, pulling me out of the quiet, common existence I was in. Strings, hauling me out of a rut that I hadn't known I had fallen into. Strings, pulling on my heart, making me love again. "Yes" I managed to choke out. She smiled that awesome, devastating smile of hers, and said "Kenneth Brock, will you marry me?" This had started with her tears two years ago and it was going to end with mine today. "Yes" By SilverFoxMullet for Literotica.

Download your Experiential Erotica here so you can have a happy ending every night Tess is a woman whose life has become a routine of endless work and mounting frustration. Over the years, Tess has diligently climbed the professional ladder, but her personal life remains unfulfilled. Each day blends into the next, leaving her yearning for something more—something electrifying that can break the monotony.The young gardener, a vision of youthful vitality and passion, the complete opposite of Tess's stagnant existence, is her one escape. His presence outside her apartment becomes the highlight of her day, offering a tantalizing escape from her otherwise dull reality. Tess finds herself mesmerized by his every move, his muscular frame, and the easy grace with which he tends to the garden.The way the sun catches the beads of sweat on his skin ignites something long dormant within her. Soon, Tess's thoughts are consumed by the gardener. She watches him intently from the privacy of her apartment, her imagination running wild with fantasies of what could be. In the sanctuary of her mind, she explores realms of intimacy she had almost forgotten existed.Tess's desire for the gardener grows, becoming a secret obsession that fills her with both longing and guilt. Her fantasies grow more vivid each day, weaving intricate scenarios of stolen glances and forbidden touch. Her solitude becomes a haven for these desires, where the boundaries of reality blur and her dreams feel almost tangible. Tess wonders what it would be like to feel his hands on her skin, to whisper her deepest desires into his ear.Then, fate intervenes. A freak accident plunges the apartment complex into darkness, casting an air of unpredictability over the night. In the midst of this chaos, a knock at the door jolts Tess from her reverie. Heart pounding, she opens the door to find the object of her fantasies standing before her, illuminated only by the faint glow of the moonlight. In that moment,Tess is faced with a choice—a chance to turn her fantasies into reality. The night is full of possibilities, and Tess realizes that desire doesn't fade with age. It's a reminder that passion can be reignited, and that sometimes, the most unexpected encounters can lead to the most profound awakenings. "Discovering Desire in the Unexpected" is an intoxicating tale of rediscovery, breaking free from the mundane, and savoring the unexpected pleasures that life can offer.Join Tess on her journey as she learns that it's never too late to indulge in fantasies and that age is just a number when it comes to passion and intimacy. This story is a celebration of mature desire, proving that the spark of longing and the thrill of new experiences remain alive, no matter the stage of life.

Download your Experiential Erotica here so you can have a happy ending every night "I am beyond thrilled I found this podcast"Laura is still persecuted by the cruel voices from her high school days. Despite her outward confidence and success, she is plagued by self-doubt.Her so called boyfriend has little interest in her beyond casual sex.But when she crosses paths with an antique mirror, does it reflections contain more than just tricks of light?What mysteries lay beyond the mists that cloud this mirror?Reflections of Demonic DesireImagine being trapped in a relationship that feels as shallow as a puddle. Laura's boyfriend, is more obsessed with his own reflection than with her. Their encounters, once filled with passion, have dwindled to mere casual sex devoid of any emotional connection. Just when Laura thinks her life can't get any more monotonous, fate intervenes in the most unexpected way—a mysterious antique mirror enters her world, and nothing is ever the same again.Dark Romance UnveiledIn "Reflections of Demonic Desire," Laura's ordinary life is thrown into turmoil when she stumbles upon an antique mirror with a dark past. The moment she gazes into it, something awakens inside her—an insatiable lust, a craving for something far beyond the physical. This isn't just a story about love gone wrong; it's a dark romance intertwined with elements of paranormal fantasy and demonic lust that will keep you on the edge of your seat.Demonic Lust AwakensLaura's newfound connection with the mirror unleashes a demonic lust that consumes her every thought. She begins to see things—visions of otherworldly beings and scenes of untamed passion. It's as if the mirror holds a secret that amplifies her deepest desires, pushing her to explore the boundaries of her own sexuality. But this isn't just any lust; it's a demonic force that threatens to consume her entirely.A Murder InvestigationJust as Laura begins to grasp the extent of the mirror's power, things take a darker turn. A murder to upset whever sanity is left, and Detective Andino is on the case. Tasked with uncovering the truth, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to Laura and the mysterious mirror. As the investigation unfolds, Laura realizes that she's not just dealing with a paranormal fantasy but also a real-world nightmare. The lines between reality and the supernatural blur, making it impossible to discern friend from foe.The Dark SecretIn the background there is a secret—a dark, horrifying truth that could change Laura's life forever. What was once a simple relationship issue morphs into a labyrinth of dark romance, demonic lust, and paranormal fantasy. Laura must confront the past she thought she knew and the sinister forces at play to reclaim her life, even if it means facing her darkest fears."Reflections of Demonic Desire" is an erotic tale that masterfully blends dark romance, paranormal fantasy, and demonic lust. With its intricate plot twists and suspense, this story promises to captivate readers from start to finish. Will Laura succumb to the demonic forces that threaten to engulf her, or will she find the strength to break free? One thing is certain—her life will never be the same again.Dive into this dark, erotic adventure and discover the captivating world of "Reflections of Demonic Desire." Your deepest fantasies await.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com Tess is a woman whose life has become a routine of endless work and mounting frustration. Over the years, Tess has diligently climbed the professional ladder, but her personal life remains unfulfilled. Each day blends into the next, leaving her yearning for something more—something electrifying that can break the monotony.The young gardener, a vision of youthful vitality and passion, the complete opposite of Tess's stagnant existence, is her one escape. His presence outside her apartment becomes the highlight of her day, offering a tantalizing escape from her otherwise dull reality. Tess finds herself mesmerized by his every move, his muscular frame, and the easy grace with which he tends to the garden.The way the sun catches the beads of sweat on his skin ignites something long dormant within her. Soon, Tess's thoughts are consumed by the gardener. She watches him intently from the privacy of her apartment, her imagination running wild with fantasies of what could be. In the sanctuary of her mind, she explores realms of intimacy she had almost forgotten existed.Tess's desire for the gardener grows, becoming a secret obsession that fills her with both longing and guilt. Her fantasies grow more vivid each day, weaving intricate scenarios of stolen glances and forbidden touch. Her solitude becomes a haven for these desires, where the boundaries of reality blur and her dreams feel almost tangible. Tess wonders what it would be like to feel his hands on her skin, to whisper her deepest desires into his ear.Then, fate intervenes. A freak accident plunges the apartment complex into darkness, casting an air of unpredictability over the night. In the midst of this chaos, a knock at the door jolts Tess from her reverie. Heart pounding, she opens the door to find the object of her fantasies standing before her, illuminated only by the faint glow of the moonlight. In that moment,Tess is faced with a choice—a chance to turn her fantasies into reality. The night is full of possibilities, and Tess realizes that desire doesn't fade with age. It's a reminder that passion can be reignited, and that sometimes, the most unexpected encounters can lead to the most profound awakenings. "Discovering Desire in the Unexpected" is an intoxicating tale of rediscovery, breaking free from the mundane, and savoring the unexpected pleasures that life can offer.Join Tess on her journey as she learns that it's never too late to indulge in fantasies and that age is just a number when it comes to passion and intimacy. This story is a celebration of mature desire, proving that the spark of longing and the thrill of new experiences remain alive, no matter the stage of life.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakening App on the Apple Store, or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com "I am beyond thrilled I found this podcast"Laura is still persecuted by the cruel voices from her high school days. Despite her outward confidence and success, she is plagued by self-doubt.Her so called boyfriend has little interest in her beyond casual sex.But when she crosses paths with an antique mirror, does it reflections contain more than just tricks of light?What mysteries lay beyond the mists that cloud this mirror?Reflections of Demonic DesireImagine being trapped in a relationship that feels as shallow as a puddle. Laura's boyfriend, is more obsessed with his own reflection than with her. Their encounters, once filled with passion, have dwindled to mere casual sex devoid of any emotional connection. Just when Laura thinks her life can't get any more monotonous, fate intervenes in the most unexpected way—a mysterious antique mirror enters her world, and nothing is ever the same again.Dark Romance UnveiledIn "Reflections of Demonic Desire," Laura's ordinary life is thrown into turmoil when she stumbles upon an antique mirror with a dark past. The moment she gazes into it, something awakens inside her—an insatiable lust, a craving for something far beyond the physical. This isn't just a story about love gone wrong; it's a dark romance intertwined with elements of paranormal fantasy and demonic lust that will keep you on the edge of your seat.Demonic Lust AwakensLaura's newfound connection with the mirror unleashes a demonic lust that consumes her every thought. She begins to see things—visions of otherworldly beings and scenes of untamed passion. It's as if the mirror holds a secret that amplifies her deepest desires, pushing her to explore the boundaries of her own sexuality. But this isn't just any lust; it's a demonic force that threatens to consume her entirely.A Murder InvestigationJust as Laura begins to grasp the extent of the mirror's power, things take a darker turn. A murder to upset whever sanity is left, and Detective Andino is on the case. Tasked with uncovering the truth, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to Laura and the mysterious mirror. As the investigation unfolds, Laura realizes that she's not just dealing with a paranormal fantasy but also a real-world nightmare. The lines between reality and the supernatural blur, making it impossible to discern friend from foe.The Dark SecretIn the background there is a secret—a dark, horrifying truth that could change Laura's life forever. What was once a simple relationship issue morphs into a labyrinth of dark romance, demonic lust, and paranormal fantasy. Laura must confront the past she thought she knew and the sinister forces at play to reclaim her life, even if it means facing her darkest fears."Reflections of Demonic Desire" is an erotic tale that masterfully blends dark romance, paranormal fantasy, and demonic lust. With its intricate plot twists and suspense, this story promises to captivate readers from start to finish. Will Laura succumb to the demonic forces that threaten to engulf her, or will she find the strength to break free? One thing is certain—her life will never be the same again.Dive into this dark, erotic adventure and discover the captivating world of "Reflections of Demonic Desire." Your deepest fantasies await.

Imagine the intense pleasure you could be enjoying right now by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store, or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com Are you ready to embark on a journey of intense passion and discovery?Dive into "Ash's Awakening," an erotic audio story that promises to captivate your senses and ignite your deepest desires. This tantalizing tale follows Ash, a woman who has endured years of single life and sensual frustration, only to uncover a new passion with a mysterious stranger.But as she becomes addicted to the pleasure, she is forced to ask herself: is it enough, or does she need more?Ash's Awakening is more than just a story; it's an experience. With sexy narration and an evocative erotic voice, this audio tale will draw you into Ash's world, making you feel every touch, every whisper, and every heartbeat.Meet AshAsh is a woman like many others—successful, independent, and in control of her life. But beneath her composed exterior lies a reservoir of unfulfilled desires and untapped passion. After years of single life, Ash finds herself yearning for something more, something that can awaken the sensual side of her that she's kept hidden for so long.The EncounterOne fateful evening, Ash crosses paths with a stranger who exudes a magnetic allure. Their eyes meet, and an unspoken connection ignites between them. The stranger's touch is electric, and Ash feels a rush of emotions and sensations that she has never experienced before. As their encounter unfolds, Ash discovers a new realm of pleasure that leaves her breathless and craving more.The AddictionWith each encounter, Ash becomes increasingly addicted to the pleasure she experiences with the stranger. The sexy narration of their passionate moments will have you on the edge of your seat, eagerly anticipating what comes next. The stranger's erotic voice is a symphony of seduction, drawing Ash deeper into a world of sensual exploration.The QuestionBut as Ash delves deeper into this newfound passion, she begins to question whether it's enough. The pleasure is intoxicating, but is it fulfilling? Does she need more than just physical satisfaction? Ash's journey is not only about discovering her sensuality but also about understanding her desires and what truly makes her feel complete.An Immersive Experience"Ash's Awakening" is designed to be an immersive experience that transports you into Ash's world. The erotic audio is crafted to stimulate your senses, making you feel every moment as if it were happening to you. The sexy narration and erotic voice of the storyteller will captivate your imagination, leaving you entranced and eager for more.Why "Ash's Awakening"?This story is perfect for anyone looking to explore their own fantasies and desires through the power of erotic audio. Whether you're seeking a brief escape from reality or a deeper connection with your own sensuality, "Ash's Awakening" offers an unforgettable experience that will leave you yearning for more.Take the PlungeAre you ready to join Ash on her journey of passion and self-discovery?Press play and let the seductive erotic voice guide you through a world of pleasure and desire. Experience the intensity of Ash's encounters and the emotional depth of her journey. "Ash's Awakening" is waiting for you—immerse yourself in the ultimate auditory experience and discover what lies beyond the pleasure.Don't miss out on this captivating tale of sensual awakening. Subscribe to our channel and let "Ash's Awakening" take you on a journey you'll never forget. Your next adventure in erotic audio awaits—press play and let the magic begin.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakening App on the Apple Store, or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com "I am beyond thrilled I found this podcast"Laura is still persecuted by the cruel voices from her high school days. Despite her outward confidence and success, she is plagued by self-doubt.Her so called boyfriend has little interest in her beyond casual sex.But when she crosses paths with an antique mirror, does it reflections contain more than just tricks of light?What mysteries lay beyond the mists that cloud this mirror?Reflections of Demonic DesireImagine being trapped in a relationship that feels as shallow as a puddle. Laura's boyfriend, is more obsessed with his own reflection than with her. Their encounters, once filled with passion, have dwindled to mere casual sex devoid of any emotional connection. Just when Laura thinks her life can't get any more monotonous, fate intervenes in the most unexpected way—a mysterious antique mirror enters her world, and nothing is ever the same again.Dark Romance UnveiledIn "Reflections of Demonic Desire," Laura's ordinary life is thrown into turmoil when she stumbles upon an antique mirror with a dark past. The moment she gazes into it, something awakens inside her—an insatiable lust, a craving for something far beyond the physical. This isn't just a story about love gone wrong; it's a dark romance intertwined with elements of paranormal fantasy and demonic lust that will keep you on the edge of your seat.Demonic Lust AwakensLaura's newfound connection with the mirror unleashes a demonic lust that consumes her every thought. She begins to see things—visions of otherworldly beings and scenes of untamed passion. It's as if the mirror holds a secret that amplifies her deepest desires, pushing her to explore the boundaries of her own sexuality. But this isn't just any lust; it's a demonic force that threatens to consume her entirely.A Murder InvestigationJust as Laura begins to grasp the extent of the mirror's power, things take a darker turn. A murder to upset whever sanity is left, and Detective Andino is on the case. Tasked with uncovering the truth, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to Laura and the mysterious mirror. As the investigation unfolds, Laura realizes that she's not just dealing with a paranormal fantasy but also a real-world nightmare. The lines between reality and the supernatural blur, making it impossible to discern friend from foe.The Dark SecretIn the background there is a secret—a dark, horrifying truth that could change Laura's life forever. What was once a simple relationship issue morphs into a labyrinth of dark romance, demonic lust, and paranormal fantasy. Laura must confront the past she thought she knew and the sinister forces at play to reclaim her life, even if it means facing her darkest fears."Reflections of Demonic Desire" is an erotic tale that masterfully blends dark romance, paranormal fantasy, and demonic lust. With its intricate plot twists and suspense, this story promises to captivate readers from start to finish. Will Laura succumb to the demonic forces that threaten to engulf her, or will she find the strength to break free? One thing is certain—her life will never be the same again.Dive into this dark, erotic adventure and discover the captivating world of "Reflections of Demonic Desire." Your deepest fantasies await.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com Can passion and desire escape the veil of death?Tara is left alone. The two men she had given herself to, taken from her by a cruel twist of fate.Returning to the site of the consummation of their relationships, their love, their lust; Tara is overpowered by the intense emotion and desire to feel them again.Hounded by the ghosts of their past, can her desire take her beyond the veil to satisfy the need that still burns in her heart, or is she destined to live her days in desperate need?This story does is an erotic menage story, and does contain references to anal sex.

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You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com In the heart of a swirling sea fog, time bends, and destinies collide. William, a daring 18th-century pirate with a spirit as wild as the ocean itself, finds his ship entangled in the currents of fate. Meanwhile, Catherine, a fiercely ambitious 21st-century woman, navigates her own storm of ambition and desire, determined to conquer the waves of corporate life.When their worlds crash together, sparks ignite in a tempest of passion and intrigue. As they grapple with their undeniable chemistry, the lines between enemy and lover blur, leading them into uncharted waters of erotic exploration. With every stolen moment aboard William's weathered ship, Catherine discovers a fierce sensuality hidden beneath her polished exterior, while William confronts the vulnerability of a heart long shielded by the sea.But this tempestuous adventure comes with a price. Will Catherine find the courage to embrace a love that defies time, or will the lure of her modern life pull her away from the pirate who awakens her deepest desires?Join them on an unforgettable journey where the tides of fate and passion intertwine, and discover if love can truly conquer all—across centuries and cultures.Tempest of Destiny is your ticket to a world where every moment is drenched in desire and the thrill of the unknown. Buckle up for an erotic rollercoaster that will leave you breathless and yearning for more!

Deepen your Sensual Pleasure and connect with your authentic sensual self. Head over to tantricflame.com for "The Inner Flame Gateway," a complimentary meditation session that guides you towards your own source of deep, conscious pleasure.Join us for a deeply personal and incredibly sensual episode as Christie shares her groundbreaking experience with Conscious Sensuality. She embarks on a journey that challenges her preconceived notions of pleasure, leading her to an exhilarating and deeply satisfying discovery. Hear how Christie moved beyond the superficial to unearth a form of pleasure that resonated through her entire being – a true, holistic satisfaction she never knew was possible. Her story is one of liberation, sensation, and profound self-discovery. Curious to explore your own inner landscape of pleasure? Ignite your senses and connect with your authentic self. Head over to tantricflame.com for "The Inner Flame Gateway," a complimentary meditation session that guides you towards your own source of deep, conscious pleasure.

Ignite your senses and connect with your authentic self. Head over to tantricflame.com for "The Inner Flame Gateway," a complimentary meditation session that guides you towards your own source of deep, conscious pleasure.Join us for a deeply personal and incredibly sensual episode as Christie shares her groundbreaking experience with Conscious Sensuality. She embarks on a journey that challenges her preconceived notions of pleasure, leading her to an exhilarating and deeply satisfying discovery. Hear how Christie moved beyond the superficial to unearth a form of pleasure that resonated through her entire being – a true, holistic satisfaction she never knew was possible. Her story is one of liberation, sensation, and profound self-discovery. Curious to explore your own inner landscape of pleasure? Ignite your senses and connect with your authentic self. Head over to tantricflame.com for "The Inner Flame Gateway," a complimentary meditation session that guides you towards your own source of deep, conscious pleasure.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store, or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com One daring seduction leads to another, but this time, the stakes are higher.Helen is no stranger to pushing boundaries. After a recent encounter with the law turned into an unexpected and thrilling seduction, she finds herself craving the rush of danger and desire once more. The memory of her heated escapade with a cop who couldn't resist her charms lingers, fueling her boldness. In "Caught Red Handed," Helen's audacity lands her in trouble once more. But this time, the cop who catches her is a very different person. Stern, unyielding, and with a commanding presence, he's not easily swayed by her seductive wiles. As Helen tries to navigate this new and intense dynamic, she finds herself drawn into a game of power and submission that awakens desires she never knew she had. Will Helen's daring attempts to seduce her way out of trouble succeed, or will she find herself at the mercy of a cop who knows exactly how to handle a rebellious temptress? Join Helen on a provocative journey where every encounter is charged with tension, and every moment teeters on the edge of control and surrender. Dive into "Caught Red Handed" and experience a tale of erotic tension and unexpected passion that will leave you breathless. Note: This story contains mature themes and is intended for adult readers only. Unlock the secrets of Helen's daring exploits and feel the pulse-pounding excitement of her forbidden encounters. Download "Caught Red Handed" today and let yourself be captivated by the thrill of the chase!

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com In the heart of a swirling sea fog, time bends, and destinies collide. William, a daring 18th-century pirate with a spirit as wild as the ocean itself, finds his ship entangled in the currents of fate. Meanwhile, Catherine, a fiercely ambitious 21st-century woman, navigates her own storm of ambition and desire, determined to conquer the waves of corporate life.When their worlds crash together, sparks ignite in a tempest of passion and intrigue. As they grapple with their undeniable chemistry, the lines between enemy and lover blur, leading them into uncharted waters of erotic exploration. With every stolen moment aboard William's weathered ship, Catherine discovers a fierce sensuality hidden beneath her polished exterior, while William confronts the vulnerability of a heart long shielded by the sea.But this tempestuous adventure comes with a price. Will Catherine find the courage to embrace a love that defies time, or will the lure of her modern life pull her away from the pirate who awakens her deepest desires?Join them on an unforgettable journey where the tides of fate and passion intertwine, and discover if love can truly conquer all—across centuries and cultures.Tempest of Destiny is your ticket to a world where every moment is drenched in desire and the thrill of the unknown. Buckle up for an erotic rollercoaster that will leave you breathless and yearning for more!

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com In the heart of a swirling sea fog, time bends, and destinies collide. William, a daring 18th-century pirate with a spirit as wild as the ocean itself, finds his ship entangled in the currents of fate. Meanwhile, Catherine, a fiercely ambitious 21st-century woman, navigates her own storm of ambition and desire, determined to conquer the waves of corporate life.When their worlds crash together, sparks ignite in a tempest of passion and intrigue. As they grapple with their undeniable chemistry, the lines between enemy and lover blur, leading them into uncharted waters of erotic exploration. With every stolen moment aboard William's weathered ship, Catherine discovers a fierce sensuality hidden beneath her polished exterior, while William confronts the vulnerability of a heart long shielded by the sea.But this tempestuous adventure comes with a price. Will Catherine find the courage to embrace a love that defies time, or will the lure of her modern life pull her away from the pirate who awakens her deepest desires?Join them on an unforgettable journey where the tides of fate and passion intertwine, and discover if love can truly conquer all—across centuries and cultures.Tempest of Destiny is your ticket to a world where every moment is drenched in desire and the thrill of the unknown. Buckle up for an erotic rollercoaster that will leave you breathless and yearning for more!

▶️ START YOU 7 DAY RESET HERE - www.therebuiltman.com/7dayreset   In this bold and eye-opening episode of The Rebuilt Man, Coach Frank Rich tackles one of the most common (and misunderstood) questions men ask on the journey to freedom:   “Can I still masturbate if I'm quitting porn?”   But here's the truth… if you're even asking that question, you're already operating from the wrong mindset.   This isn't about guilt, it's about clarity.   Frank breaks down why masturbation (even without porn) keeps you trapped in the same identity, how it delays true healing, and what it's actually costing you as a man. You'll learn the neuroscience behind visualization and addiction, why your “high sex drive” is really just untrained energy, and what it looks like to lead yourself like a king,  not a slave to your urges.   If you're done flirting with the edge, and you're ready to finally take back your power…   This episode is your wake-up call.    

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store, or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com On a whimsical vacation in the heart of the UK, friends Presley and Eve find themselves drawn to a handsome guard, his stoic demeanor only fueling their mischievous spirits. With every playful taunt and teasing glance, they weave an intoxicating web of desire that stirs something deep within him. But when the sun sets and the guard steps out of his rigid duty, the playful game takes a tantalizing turn.As Presley and Eve's innocent fun ignites a passionate fire, it's Presley who discovers the guard's hidden depths. Unbeknownst to her, he is a man who balances the line between duty and desire, grumpy yet undeniably magnetic. Their chemistry is electric, the stakes rising with every stolen moment, as they dive into a world of sensual exploration that transcends mere flirtation.In this standalone tale of forbidden attraction and dark romance, Presley must confront her deepest cravings and the guard's raw, commanding presence. Can their playful torment evolve into something more profound, or will the boundaries they've crossed lead them down a path of unexpected consequences?Dive into *Forbidden Play: Enticing the Guard*, where every encounter teeters on the edge of temptation, and the heart's true desires are just a heartbeat away.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakening App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com In this sultry and provocative episode, we meet Ann, a middle-aged woman yearning for the passion that has long since faded from her marriage. With her husband growing distant and uninterested, Ann turns to her morning runs around the park as an outlet for her pent-up frustration. Each stride is a release, a chance to forget what she's missing at home… until today.On this morning, Ann's routine is disrupted by a stranger—a man whose intensity and challenge seem to provoke something deep within her. His boldness and confidence light a fire in Ann that she thought had long been extinguished. Furious and intrigued, Ann responds to his challenge, and what begins as an aggressive confrontation quickly turns into something far more charged, far more intimate.As the tension builds between them, Ann is forced to confront her desires.Will she resist the temptation or surrender to the heat of the moment? What unfolds in the quiet, shaded corners of the park will push Ann to explore her deepest cravings and discover a new way to release the passion she's been holding back for far too long.In this captivating episode of power, desire, and seduction, Ann's world is about to change in ways she never imagined.Tune in to experience her journey from frustration to fulfillment.Trigger Warning: This episode contains themes of aggressive seduction and consensual adult content. Listener discretion is advised.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com A dark and sexy paranormal erotic story. Alice never imagined her night would end in a hay barn, wounded and seeking refuge from a raging storm. After crashing her car on a deserted country road, she stumbles upon an old barn, hoping to find solace from the howling winds and pouring rain. But she isn't alone.Inside, she meets a mysterious and rugged young man also seeking shelter. As they hide from the wrath of the furious farmer and his menacing pitchfork, a tantalizing tension builds between them.The storm outside mirrors the tempestuous desire brewing within the barn's rustic walls.Bound by secrecy and driven by a mutual craving for escape, Alice and this young man explore their darkest fantasies, indulging in spanking and light bondage.The night's wild intensity brings them closer, their inhibitions stripped away as the storm rages on.As dawn approaches, and the storm subsides, the first light reveals more than just the end of a tumultuous night.What secrets do they hold, and how will the events of this stormy night change them forever?"Stormy Nights, Forbidden Pleasures" is a scintillating short story that captures the raw allure of unexpected encounters. Dive into a tale of passion and mystery where the boundaries between pain and pleasure blur, and the dawn brings new revelations.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com "His voice is so rich that you drown"This story does contain graphic descriptions of spanking, bondage and feminine dominance.Claire has spent over two decades perfecting her craft as a massage therapist, transforming knots into serenity and tension into bliss. Yet, despite her impressive resume, she finds herself quaking in her sandals at the mere thought of Mark Studely—the once-illustrious football star who's traded his glory days for a penchant for belittling anyone brave enough to touch him.With a reputation for leaving therapists in tears and a personality sharper than a freshly honed blade, Mark is the last client Claire wants to face. But there's something about him that ignites a fire she never expected. Maybe it's his smirk, or perhaps the way he manages to be both infuriating and intoxicating all at once.As Claire prepares to navigate the treacherous waters of their sessions, she finds herself drawn into a world of tension, desire, and the thrilling dance of power dynamics. What starts as a battle of wits quickly transforms into an exploration of boundaries neither of them anticipated.In "The Healing Touch," Claire learns that sometimes the most dangerous lessons come from the most unexpected places. Will she be able to tame the bully, or will he unravel her in ways she never imagined?Dive into this dark romance filled with sarcasm, heat, and the intoxicating thrill of enemies turning into lovers, and discover the true meaning of surrender.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com "I am extremely horny after listening to it. | love this podcast"Beth, a meek office administrator, never imagined her life would take such a thrilling turn. At her company's annual office party, amidst the clinking glasses and bursts of laughter, Beth seeks solace in a quiet corner. Little does she know, her life is about to be transformed by an encounter shrouded in mystery and desire.An Unexpected EncounterFeeling overwhelmed by the crowd, Beth slips away to a secluded hallway, seeking a moment of peace. Lost in her thoughts, she indulges in a brief, private moment of self-pleasure, unaware that she is being watched. The shadows conceal a stranger, whose piercing gaze ignites a hidden passion within her. This man, whose identity remains a secret, is captivated by Beth's vulnerability and raw emotion.The Spark of a Secret LoverCaught in the act, Beth's initial shock quickly gives way to curiosity. Who is this man, and why does his presence stir something deep within her? The intensity of their brief interaction leaves her yearning for more. The mysterious stranger, knowing the effect he has on Beth, subtly hints at a secret lover's rendezvous.A Tale of Erotic StoriesBeth's life becomes an intricate web of erotic stories, as she engages in a series of clandestine meetings with her secret lover. Each encounter is more passionate than the last, leaving her breathless and craving more. The thrill of hidden passion consumes her, as she discovers facets of herself she never knew existed.The Allure of the UnknownThe anonymity of her secret lover adds an intoxicating allure to their relationship. Beth finds herself drawn to the shadows, where every touch and whisper is magnified by the mystery that surrounds them. The office, once a mundane backdrop to her daily routine, transforms into a playground of sensual exploration.A Journey of Self-DiscoveryThrough these encounters, Beth undergoes a profound transformation. She sheds her meek exterior, emerging as a woman empowered by her desires and newfound confidence. The hidden passion she shares with her secret lover becomes a catalyst for her personal growth, both in and out of the office.Unveiling the SecretAs their secret affair intensifies, Beth grapples with the desire to uncover the identity of her secret lover. The suspense heightens her excitement, but also brings a sense of uncertainty. Will revealing his identity shatter the spell of their hidden passion, or will it bring them closer than ever?The Power of ChoiceUltimately, Beth must decide how far she is willing to go in pursuit of her desires. The allure of the unknown has given her a taste of freedom, but the risk of exposure looms large. With each encounter, she steps further into a world where pleasure and danger intertwine, and where every decision could change her life forever.Masquerade of  Passion is a tale of erotic stories and secret lovers, where a chance encounter at an office party leads a meek woman on a journey of self-discovery and unbridled passion. It is a story that celebrates the power of desire and the courage to explore the unknown.Join Beth as she navigates the thrilling and dangerous world of hidden passion, and discover how one moment can change everything.Explore the tantalizing world of Masquerade of Passion and lose yourself in a story that will leave you breathless. Are you ready to uncover your own secret desires?

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com "His voice is so rich that you drown"This story does contain graphic descriptions of spanking, bondage and feminine dominance.Claire has spent over two decades perfecting her craft as a massage therapist, transforming knots into serenity and tension into bliss. Yet, despite her impressive resume, she finds herself quaking in her sandals at the mere thought of Mark Studely—the once-illustrious football star who's traded his glory days for a penchant for belittling anyone brave enough to touch him.With a reputation for leaving therapists in tears and a personality sharper than a freshly honed blade, Mark is the last client Claire wants to face. But there's something about him that ignites a fire she never expected. Maybe it's his smirk, or perhaps the way he manages to be both infuriating and intoxicating all at once.As Claire prepares to navigate the treacherous waters of their sessions, she finds herself drawn into a world of tension, desire, and the thrilling dance of power dynamics. What starts as a battle of wits quickly transforms into an exploration of boundaries neither of them anticipated.In "The Healing Touch," Claire learns that sometimes the most dangerous lessons come from the most unexpected places. Will she be able to tame the bully, or will he unravel her in ways she never imagined?Dive into this dark romance filled with sarcasm, heat, and the intoxicating thrill of enemies turning into lovers, and discover the true meaning of surrender.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com In the shadows of a city that never sleeps, desire and vengeance intertwine in *Bloodlines Entwined: The Vengeance of a Dark Lust*. Tonight, Andrew, a tortured vampire haunted by centuries of betrayal, finds himself face-to-face with the last surviving heir of the family that shattered his existence. Cloaked in intrigue, she arrives under the guise of investigating a murder—unbeknownst to her, she's stepped into a trap woven with dark passion and bitter revenge.As the night unfolds, Andrew wrestles with the seductive pull of her bloodline and the furious yearning for retribution that has consumed him for eons. With each tantalizing moment, their fates become entangled, blurring the lines between hate and desire. Can Andrew quench his thirst for vengeance without losing his heart to the very woman who carries the legacy of his family's downfall?In this gripping tale of twisted romance and dark desires, the stakes are high, and the passion is primal. Will bloodlines be severed, or will they entwine in a way neither of them ever anticipated? *Bloodlines Entwined* beckons readers into a world where love and hate dance dangerously close, and every heartbeat could lead to salvation or destruction. Discover the seductive underbelly of revenge and the intoxicating power of forbidden love.

Explicit content. There's a factoid floating around on the internet. It claims that, to ensure fertility and good harvest, pharaohs would annually masturbate into the River Nile. This claim is total bubkis, but where did it come from? Which deities and myths were most closely associated with such concepts? In this mini episode, we explore the factoid and its potential origins. Great gods of fertility and Creation: Allen, J. P. (1988). Genesis in Egypt: The Philosophy of Ancient Egyptian Creation Accounts. Epigraphic Survey. (1940). Medinet Habu, Volume IV. Festival Scenes of Ramses III. Available free via The University of Chicago. Maher-Taha, M., Loyrette, A.-M., & Sayed, S. (1979). Le Ramesseum XI: les fêtes du dieu Min. Olette-Pelletier, J.-G. (2023). Min, l'Horus victorieux: Le dieu Min au Moyen Empire (Vol. 33). Siuda, T. L. (2024). The Complete Encyclopedia of Egyptian Deities. Wilkinson, R. H. (2000). The Complete Temples of Ancient Egypt.. Wilkinson, R. H. (2003). The Complete Gods and Goddesses of Ancient Egypt. Examples of the factoid: Anonymous, Did Egyptian Pharaohs Masturbate into the Nile? Retrieved June 16, 2025, from https://getmegiddy.com/egyptian-pharaohs-masturbate-into-nile Margolis, J. (2003). O: The Intimate History of the Orgasm. http://archive.org/details/isbn_9780802117861 Menezes, R. (2022, March 21). Pharaohs Had the Grossest Ritual to Keep the Nile Running. Cracked.com. https://www.cracked.com/article_33015_pharaohs-had-the-grossest-ritual-to-keep-the-nile-running.html Taylor, M. (2021). You Know What We Should Bring Back? Ritually Jacking Off into Rivers. MEL Magazine. https://melmagazine.com/en-us/story/ancient-egypt-masturbation-nile Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com In the hauntingly beautiful countryside, Kate stands at the crossroads of her life. Having inherited a small holding from her late husband, and accepted that she will end her days alone, she finds herself overwhelmed by the relentless demands of managing the land and livestock.The once manageable farm now feels like a sprawling wilderness, echoing her loneliness and the relentless passage of time. Kate, now in her early forties, grapples with the physical and emotional toll of keeping her late husband's dream alive. Her once vibrant spirit has dulled under the weight of her responsibilities, and the farm's isolation only amplifies her solitude.When a young couple form an agricultural collefe offer to help, offering their youthful energy and expertise in exchange for room and board. Kate, desperate for help and companionship, welcomes them with open arms. Their presence breathes new life into the farm, and Kate finds herself drawn to their vitality and unyielding passion for the work.As the days pass, the three of them form an unlikely bond, each filling a void in the other's life.His strength and determination reignite a spark within Kate, while the young lady's warmth and creativity provide a much-needed respite from her daily struggles. Together, they begin to transform the farm.But the peace they find is fragile, and fate has a way of testing the strongest of bonds. During a particularly stormy night, a freak accident leaves Kate and him stranded in a raging river, clinging to each other for dear life. As they fight against the relentless current, the physical closeness and sheer terror of the situation strip away their defenses, leaving them raw and exposed.In those harrowing moments, a new and dangerous connection is forged between them. A night when everything changes forever. The intense, life-or-death experience has created a bond that neither of them can deny, but also one that threatens to unravel the delicate balance betwen the three of them.As they navigate the emotional aftermath, the lines between friendship, loyalty, and desire blur, and the farm becomes a battleground for their hearts.Twilight of Desire is a dark, romantic tale that delves into the complexities of love, loss, and the relentless march of time. It explores the depths of human connection and the sacrifices we make to preserve it.Kate's journey is one of rediscovery, as she learns to embrace the shadows of her past and the flickering flame of a new love. Will she find the strength to overcome her fears and seize the chance at happiness, or will the shadows of desire consume them all?In this gripping story, the beauty of the countryside serves as both a backdrop and a metaphor for the tumultuous emotions that drive the characters. Twilight of Desire is a poignant reminder that love, like the land, requires both tenderness and tenacity to truly flourish. 

Every woman has a high libido. Every woman—once sensually switched on—is an endless well of insatiable desire and pleasure. I guarantee it.What does it take to switch her on and make her come alive? In today's episode we talk all things libido boosting.  I assert that once awakened, women are actually more sexual than men, with greater appetites and MUCH greater stamina. Well-F**ked All Star Teresa joins me and we talk: Living at an 8 or 9 sexual simmer as a woman's natural state The connection between libido and your life purpose “What do you want for Xmas? More orgasms”Using Meditate, Masturbate, Create to channel your sexual energy into your life, business and cash flow The source of a low libido is anything but physical. Meaning postpartum, menopause and any other physical condition are not the reason The hallmark of the well-f**ked woman: not giving a f**k Business opportunities falling into one's lap—because “the lap” is what attracts them From 20-minute sex sessions to 3-day sex dates The Well-F**ked Woman Salon is now open!  In this 10-week sensual mastery program for women, you'll learn: Self-pleausring 101 How to use Meditate, Masturbate, Create to channel your sexual energy into your life and projects How to boost your libido naturally How to have all the deeper vaginal orgasms: G-Spot, squirting and cervical How to use your feminine energy to achieve in the world How surrender is the most powerful tool you have for linking up with the cosmic and creative flow of the universe Natural birth control and hormone free solutions for difficult periods and menopause My full tutorials on cock whispering, including my oral and manual playbook Signup at www.kimanami.com/wet

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakenings App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com When passion fades, the truth can ignite a fire that changes everything. Melissa and Chris have always shared a passionate and intimate connection, but recently, Chris has become distant and disinterested in their once-vibrant sex life. Concerned and confused, Melissa's mind races with questions and insecurities.Determined to uncover the truth, she begins to dig into the reasons behind Chris's sudden change. In "Unveiled Secrets," Melissa's quest for answers leads her down a path she never expected. What she discovers not only shocks her but also awakens a side of her she never knew existed. As hidden desires and buried secrets come to light, Melissa and Chris must confront their deepest fears and fantasies.Will the revelations tear them apart, or will they find a way to reignite the passion that once burned so brightly between them? Join Melissa and Chris on a journey of discovery, where every revelation brings them closer to the edge of ecstasy and truth. In a world where secrets can either destroy or transform, their love will be tested like never before.Experience the electrifying tale of "Unveiled Secrets" and let your desires be awakened by a story of love, betrayal, and rediscovery. Note: This story contains mature themes and is intended for adult readers only. Unlock the hidden desires and unravel the secrets that lie beneath the surface. Download "Unveiled Secrets" today and immerse yourself in a world of erotic intrigue and passionate revelation!

Video: https://youtu.be/-Ec26lgokfQ #masturbation #selflove Myths around masturbation have been around forever! Masturbation is a healthy practice that benefits your health, but some people might say otherwise... Here are Seven Debunked Myths about self-lovin'! Sources: Masturbation and Pornography Use Among Coupled Heterosexual Men With Decreased Sexual Desire: How Many Roles of Masturbation?: https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/0092623X.2014.958790?casa_token=v6mYV3wbzRYAAAAA%3AnbXb-dY0ZWArAAA0p-nmUZyMkKckZHccyW5pkDATkEFT_BbCRjZ_uZmEe4RztGRP_LhNqlGq-RsASK8 Is the Link Between Pornography Use and Relational Happiness Really More About Masturbation? Results From Two National Surveys: https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/abs/10.1080/00224499.2018.1556772 Pornography, preference for porn‐like sex, masturbation, and men's sexual and relationship satisfaction: https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/abs/10.1111/pere.12267 DISCLAIMER: This video is purely educational and does not constitute medical advice. The content of this video is my personal opinion and not that of my employer(s). Use of this information is at your own risk. Rena Malik, M.D. will not assume any liability for any direct or indirect losses or damages that may result from the use of the information contained in this video including but not Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com In the depths of grief, love can transcend even the boundaries of life and death.Tara is heartbroken. After losing her two best friends while they served abroad, she finds herself adrift in a sea of sorrow. Seeking solace, she returns to their cherished childhood haunt—a place filled with laughter, memories, and the echoes of their unbreakable bond.But little does she know, the spirits of her friends linger there, yearning to comfort her in her darkest hour.In "Whispers in the Moonlight," Tara's tears awaken the ethereal presence of her two friends, who reveal themselves as more than just memories. As they draw closer, Tara discovers an unexpected connection that transcends the boundaries of life and death.Together, they explore a passionate and otherworldly bond that ignites desires she never knew existed.As Tara navigates the complexities of grief and love, she finds herself entangled in a paranormal MMF ménage romance that challenges the limits of her heart.Can she embrace this new reality and find healing in the arms of her beloved friends, or will the weight of her loss keep her tethered to the past?Join Tara on a journey of love, loss, and the intoxicating power of connection in "Whispers in the Moonlight".Note: This story contains mature themes and is intended for adult readers only.Explore the boundaries of love and the mysteries of the heart. Download "Whispers in the Moonlight" today and experience a tale of passion, healing, and the whispers of the spirit world.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakenings App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com When passion fades, the truth can ignite a fire that changes everything. Melissa and Chris have always shared a passionate and intimate connection, but recently, Chris has become distant and disinterested in their once-vibrant sex life. Concerned and confused, Melissa's mind races with questions and insecurities.Determined to uncover the truth, she begins to dig into the reasons behind Chris's sudden change. In "Unveiled Secrets," Melissa's quest for answers leads her down a path she never expected. What she discovers not only shocks her but also awakens a side of her she never knew existed. As hidden desires and buried secrets come to light, Melissa and Chris must confront their deepest fears and fantasies.Will the revelations tear them apart, or will they find a way to reignite the passion that once burned so brightly between them? Join Melissa and Chris on a journey of discovery, where every revelation brings them closer to the edge of ecstasy and truth. In a world where secrets can either destroy or transform, their love will be tested like never before.Experience the electrifying tale of "Unveiled Secrets" and let your desires be awakened by a story of love, betrayal, and rediscovery. Note: This story contains mature themes and is intended for adult readers only. Unlock the hidden desires and unravel the secrets that lie beneath the surface. Download "Unveiled Secrets" today and immerse yourself in a world of erotic intrigue and passionate revelation!

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakenings App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com None of this was planned.How could it be?Just a few hours ago Tatti was asleep in her bed. And now? She is being hunted through a forest on some god forsaken planet helped only by a lizard man who carelessly seems to have lost all of his own kind.When they are pushed even closer together by their mutual enemy, will he discover Tatti's secret that even she doesn't know she's hiding.Dive into this sizzling, out-of-this-world erotic adventure, and discover what happens when two beings from different worlds collide.Explore love, laughter, and the mysteries of the universe in "Alien Desires" Ready for the ride of your life?

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakenings App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com None of this was planned.How could it be?Just a few hours ago Tatti was asleep in her bed. And now? She is being hunted through a forest on some god forsaken planet helped only by a lizard man who carelessly seems to have lost all of his own kind.When they are pushed even closer together by their mutual enemy, will he discover Tatti's secret that even she doesn't know she's hiding.Dive into this sizzling, out-of-this-world erotic adventure, and discover what happens when two beings from different worlds collide.Explore love, laughter, and the mysteries of the universe in "Alien Desires" Ready for the ride of your life?

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakenings App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com Welcome to the captivating world of "Whispers on the Net," an audio story that will transport you into the heart and mind of Suzy, a middle-aged woman who embarks on an unexpected journey of self-discovery, erotic passion, and dark romance.Suzy has been a devoted wife and mother who has dedicated years of her life to her family. With her children grown and her husband gone, Suzy finds herself alone in a house filled with memories of a past life. The echo of laughter, the warmth of shared moments, and the sense of purpose that once defined her days have all but faded, leaving behind a void that seems impossible to fill.In the quiet solitude of her home, Suzy's dreams of passion and romance feel like distant memories, buried beneath the weight of routine and responsibility. She yearns for connection, for a spark that will reignite the fire within her soul. Little does she know, fate has a surprise in store.In an evening of mindless Internet browsing she chances on a site she has never visited. It's there that she meets him, a mysterious and intriguing stranger whose words captivate her in ways she never thought possible. Their conversations are electric, filled with wit, charm, and an undeniable chemistry that transcends the digital realm.As their relationship deepens, Suzy finds herself drawn to this enigmatic man in ways she can't explain. There's something about their connection that feels more real, more genuine, than any she has experienced before. He sees her for who she truly is, beyond the roles of wife and mother, and awakens a part of her that she thought was lost forever.Through the course of the journey dark passions seem to move near the surface. Desires Suzy never though she could enjoy. Until now. The story delves into the complexities of modern relationships, the search for identity, and the courage it takes to open oneself up to new possibilities. It's a tale that resonates with anyone who has ever felt the ache of loneliness, the hunger for connection, and the hope for a second chance at love.Embark on Suzy's Journey Today"Whispers on the Net" is an audio story that will touch your heart and ignite your imagination. Whether you're looking for a tale of romance, a story of self-discovery, or simply a captivating narrative to lose yourself in, this is the perfect choice.

For the first of two tales, Dan takes us to the old mining city of Ballarat , Australia, to explore reports of hauntings from the 19th century, and some even stranger reports of some ghost hoaxers. Such an entertaining story! Then,  a supposedly true modern encounter tale of someone who might give you something new to worry about. When you think of deceased relatives and other spirits always being near and watching over you, do you ever wonder how much of your life they actually see? Lynze offers us three tales this week. Her first is not that scary but a super fun mystery that has paranormal elements. Then, a big sister encourages her younger sister to make friends with the person in the mirror. What could go wrong? Lastly, a creepy tale of something in the basement of a rental house. LIVE EXPERIENCES: If you'd like to see us perform live this year, visit badmagicproductions.com for our annual summer camp or crimewaveatsea.com/scared for a spoopy cruise this fall! Thank you for continuing to send in your stories, Creeps and Peepers!Please keep doing so!!Send them to mystory@scaredtodeathpodcast.comSend everything else to info@scaredtodeathpodcast.comWant to be a Patron? Get episodes AD-FREE, listen and watch before they are released to anyone else, bonus episodes, a 20% merch discount, additional content, and more! Learn more by visiting: https://www.patreon.com/scaredtodeathpodcast.Please rate, review, and subscribe anywhere you listen.Thank you for listening!Follow the show on social media: @scaredtodeathpodcast on Facebook and IG and TTWebsite: https://www.badmagicproductions.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/scaredtodeathpodcastInstagram: https://bit.ly/2miPLf5Mailing Address:Scared to Deathc/o Timesuck PodcastPO Box 3891Coeur d'Alene, ID 83816Opening Sumerian protection spell (adapted):"Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no home… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a demon or a ghoul… Whatever thou be until thou art removed… thou shalt find here no water to drink… Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand to our own… Into our house enter thou not. Through our fence, breakthrough thou not… we are protected though we may be frightened. Our life you may not steal, though we may feel SCARED TO DEATH."